Prologue
"Do this! Do that!" Those are the only words that I used to hear. I was only one person and they gave me tasks that were meant for 12 people. I tried my very best to do everything that they wanted me to do in the amount of time I was given. I usually got it all done but I guess it wasn't good enough for them. So here I am now, in this small room, close to death, writing in my journal so that maybe, just maybe, I might be remembered. My name is Angel Marie. I have no last name my mom's sister took it from me when I was sent to her house in Washington. Last time I checked I was 5' 3.5". My hair used to be blonde with brown mixed in, but now it's turned into a Christmas Snow color. I've forgotten my age and what my eyes look like. Before my mother died and I was still with her everyone would tell me that I've got the most beautiful eyes in the world. Of course I didn't believe them when I was one of the smartest kids at school and I knew exactly who was the most popular and had the best eyes in the school/world and that was my sister Alexander. I can feel the life draining from my body as I am writing these words. I've prayed a thousand times that God would deliver me from this prison...but I guess it's not what he wants, maybe he wants me to come home. I must not sleep not now. "Must...Not...Fall...Asleep..."