Earli

" An angry voice shouted

ad I really heard that or I wa

me, it's just morning

t to you Lucy! Are yo

voice rang

't hearing things. But why wa

dy? Isn't it just too ea

, can't you hear me?" C

k at her, I felt rage

t? Do you need to torture me this early? What's all these abou

mou

can hear you loud and clear.

just do anything right, can you Lucy? You just want to ruin m

that statement, something snap

herine? I'm doing everything

or you, then you might as well

You he

. "How dare you raise your voice at me!

I caught her arm instantly a

d fell to the floor, crying out

welling up inside me

ne that earlier,"

owering. I'll share the story behind it, let me take you back to

, family spending time together, a joyful moment it is. Laying on your bed, wrapped around by

here to protect you from darkne

child

ow, such a life Is jus

ent. Looking back to it now, it only feels more like a dream than a memory. The r

parents died when I was only a child, leaving me to fend for myself in a cruel and unforgiving worl

them. They were shot dead during a riot in the neighborhood when I was about two years old. It was said that so many lives were lost that day. They had gone out to spend time together, leaving

own. She nurtured and cared for me with so much l

debt my parents owed her. Since my parents had no valuable possessions, and Sh

er way. Sharon was only given the privilege to extend her time

Sha

torment under the care of Veronica's family. They made my life a living hell, treating me like

hday precisely. So, I suppose you could say I'm the Cinder

ed with my parents, but Sharon would always tell me to be gra

hours I spend in school every weekday. It was a sanctuary. And a day with Sharon, a

n told that I'd be moving to Cat

t they saw as a blessing, is nothing but a nightmare. I loved my school and was content with it, despite it was a public sc

to be of help for her daughter. But Catherine was just the worst, she would always find ways to torment me, no matter the situation. The thought of spending my days in school with her, has given me nightmares