Charlotte POV:Munching to myself silently, I couldn't help but to think about my life so far. One moment, I wanted nothing but death. I didn't want to go on with my life, knowing that I would only receive pain for it. I try to do anything I was ask to. I would cook. I would clean. I wouldn't talk. I wouldn't fight. I would listen. I would do everything and anything I was told without question, without hesitation, in any way I possibly could. I would be on my hands and knees. Degrading myself, as I new that it would be my only purpose in the world. But I would still receive pain, by any way. It could be physical, emotional, or sexual. My life seem to revolve by nothing but pain, abuse, and misery.I wanted to end it all. I didn't see the point. What was the point of living when I do something wrong in the slightest way and get beat close to death? Why would I always linger close to the sweet relief that would take me away from the horrors of my life? It was not only unfair, it was d
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