Prologue
My head was going to crack. I could feel my body crack and jerk as he smacked
me around.I couldn't even see anything except a blur of the room as pain kept c-
oming blindly from either side. His explicit profanities were thrown at me with no
mercy.
"Who the fuck do you think you are? You're just trash. You ain't nothing, don't you
dare ever talk back to me you little bitch," he shrieked as he kept throwing me at
the walls. This time I spat out blood as my throat burned. I couldn't think clearly a-
nymore, I was getting dizzy, drowsy, and losing every bit of sanity I had left.
Suddenly, though, he stopped.
There was silence – only the footsteps of him leaving the room were heard.
I lay there with no conscience left. I'd already snapped.