Babies. Tiny miracles born everyday. Pure and good. So fragile and innocent. Welcomed into theyre families loving arms to be adored and cared for. But in my case i was born into the mind of a sick and twisted plan. Welcomed into a game of cat and mouse. Unfortunatly i was the mouse. My life was planned out before i was born. Who i might have been remains a mystery. Who i am now is a surviver. I may be broken, but i can go on with my life knowing that i didnt let the demons that controlled my life for so long still have a hold of me after i unravelled all theyre lies and sick ways. Casting them off into the darkness like what they did to me. Nobody should have something bottled up inside for so long that it causes them pain everyday of their life. it shpouldnt get to the piont where it eats away digging at the scars left behind. Over the years ive realised how much of missed and how much ive been deprived of. Now going into my teenage yearsit hurts to think of what could have been. i put away a family that watched a little girl that could have been saved get hurt. Sadly i was a baby born into an adult forced to face life alone. But that fake smile that i plasted on slowly dissapeared. i stopped caring just like everyone else. Nobody deserves tp have their happiness taken away because nobody has the right to make you unhappy!