I wish I could die I really do. My name is MelanieRose but my father just calls me bitch or whore. Sometimes he calls me Mary, only when he is really drunk and can't remember she is dead .Mary wasmy mother. She died a couple months after
I was born in a robbery at a convenience store. She tried to protect me with her own body but I guess it wasn't enough because the bullet went straight through her and into me. I still have the scar on my stomach.

I guess that's my story. I don't even know how old I am exactly. I was only in school until 5th grade so I am older that 11. But then my father pulled me out because a teacher saw the purple on my back when my shirt got caught on a tree branch at recess
and called CPS. I don't know what CPS stands for but a really nice lady came to our house and said that I was going to stay with her for a while. My Father got really mad and was going to hit me but the nice lady stood in front of me and slammed the
door before my father hit me. It was all very confusing to me. She carried me to a big car. And we got really good food not like the food I eat at home. Then we went to a hospital and another nice lady asked me a bunch of questions. Then she took
pictures of my purple spots whichwas confusing because why would she want pictures of my purple. I really liked the nice lady though. It didn't last long because just 2 days later the lady told me she was sorry and that I had to go back to my
father. That was the only time I remember being happy and safe. It was so long ago but I still dream of that feeling and I know it's foolish but I wish with all my heart to have that feeling again.

But that's my past, my present is a lot worse. My knee hurts from banging on the sides of the metal box I am trapped in.I really hope someone finds me. I am really cold and my whole body hurts and I really can't breath right with this gag in my mouth.
Black spots are dancing in my vision. I hope someone finds me. Please let me escape this hell.