The bruise on my face feels like it is black. My limbs hurt, as the taste of blood makes me dizzy. Lying on my small bed, in the small room I can see were everything went wrong. I was born.
Charlie and Renee, lovely people, lovingly in love, lovingly horrible. To be born into a world were you know right from wrong, because what you do is wrong. Where you wear a shirt that doesn't fit and an over sized jumper, just because you don't want any one to see you, or the bruises.
Yeah, surprise, surprise. The people everyone adores in this wet little town are also the people with a daughter no one knows about. Well I guess they see me sometimes. I have to get the shopping, run errands. But they think nothing of it, because it is to late at night. They don't see the car as it pulls out of the drive, ten at night. They don't see the girl walking down the street. She is invisible. Yeah, I am invisible.
I am the girl with brown lifeless hair and the same brown lifeless eyes. Under weight, over hurt. Sounds ridiculous, right? I would think so too, if that girl wasn't me. But I can't think that, because after seventeen years you start to think that this all isn't a dream. You're not going to wake up soon.
Just tell me if i should continue or not