"There was him once a upon a time, a man like no other able to love and be loved. He didn't judge anyone especially me. Okay so I haven't gotten a handle yet on telling a story, so what? If you don't want to read THEN DON'T READ IT. Sorry… I just can't take it anymore. "
Elsa tightly closes her eyes unaware of the trail of tears rolling down her pale yet clear face. Her dirty blonde hair in a binding mess and she takes no effort in fixing it. "I miss HIM do you hear that whoever you are, I miss him." She shouts to no one in particular looking at the roof of her family home, or should we call it a nightmare made for paradise. Paradise in the sense that her man; her Clive became close in this house that her mother tortured her in. Her mother how much she hated her, she may have forgiven her a long time ago for all the things... the…the horror she committed against her. But even now she hated that woman, Mrs. Elena Kast with such passion she almost could forgive her father for leaving them at such a young age of barely one years of age. Perhaps this is why her mother lost it?
"Now we are getting somewhere I know where to start my story now."