My world is a mess for as long as I can remember my childhood was not filled with love and happy times but instead there was pain and loneliness. My parents sold me to a rich family when I was 6 years old and I can no longer remember their faces, I was a slave in chains and at the mercy of the whip.

I was always looking for a way out no matter the options and I vowed to never sell myself because I was born free so I will take that freedom back myself, I will always fight… I will never stop fighting.

In the Past…

I had turned 10 years of age still a child but that day changed me completely….

Word spread through building among the other slaves that I had aged and apparently one of the guards had heard and immediately informed the master, the guards were sent for me just as I was readying for bed and dragged me to the master's bed chamber in the night.

Master had left the guards to stay positioned outside the chambers as he looked me up and down.

I felt sick and nervously scared and then he played with my hair, smelling it and uncuffed my hands and feet showing the dark markings left from the metal.

I rubbed at my sore hands the first time being free from metal but then he commanded me

"Remove your clothes!" my eyes widened in fear and shock

I refused by shaking my head but that made him mad and he slapped me across the left cheek sending to down to the cold floor, he bent down and ripped them off from my small body.

I started screaming and lashing out but then he roughly grab a bunch of my hair lifting my body in the air and threw my at the hard stone wall, I collapsed feeling dizzy and unable to stand until he again picked me up and threw me on the soft oversized bed covered with pillows.

He climbed on top of me then spread my legs open as I kept screaming

"STOP… STOP… PLEASE STOP…. PLEASE!" I begged over and over and then pain from my legs was too overwhelming for me, my eyes were filled with tears as they streamed down my face, my voice screaming louder and louder.

That was the longest night to ever exist and I wished I could have died right then and there but I didn't want to die like that because I wanted my freedom and I deserved happiness, I didn't sleep that night and I couldn't for days after nor could I speak from all that screaming I lost my voice.

But one night he fell asleep afterwards leaving just the two of us alone in the silent sickly room and I acted on impulse, I found a small blade in the room and I leant over him before shoving it into his throat causing him to awake.

His eyes widened in fear and horror as the blood filled up his lungs and he choked on his own blood, I turned around to come face to face with my reflection and my face had shocked me the most…

I was smiling….