Oops! I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Jane. Thirteen years old—a fragile soul cursed by the very woman who gave me life. From the moment I first uttered a word, her venom spilled over me like a relentless storm. I know my father shattered her heart—abandoned us—but what sin did I commit to be trapped in this endless torment?
I once believed mothers were warriors—shielding their children from the world's darkest storms, standing fierce and unyielding. But my mother? She is a tempest of cruelty, casting me into the den of wolves, where I bleed and fade. Her hands strike like thunder, her words like shards of glass. I tread on eggshells, silenced by fear, afraid to breathe lest I invite another storm.
School is a distant dream, though she holds the means to send me there. Instead, I am starved, invisible, a ghost in my own home. At thirteen, I wear the frail body of a child half my age. I scrape through menial jobs, scavenging scraps just to taste the bitterness of survival. I beg strangers for coins, clinging to threads of hope.
Why does her hatred burn so fiercely, scorching my soul? It devours me from within, hollowing me until I question my own existence. What purpose is there in a life weighed down by pain? Does it matter that I draw breath, or am I destined to be nothing more than a shadow fading into the dark?
These questions haunt me, a relentless echo in the silence of my shattered world.