woundedUpdated at May 4, 2023, 18:41
My name is Bridget, A twenty year old girl who lost her parents in a fire accident five years ago, and after my parents died I was forced to live with my auntie , who didn’t seem to like me one bit. Anywhere I went to, I was known to be pretty ,very pretty, anywhere I went to, I was known to be pretty and nice too. Well you have to be nice if you're pretty that's what people thinks. Anywhere I went people just stare at me like I just walked out of a cave full of diamonds, their stares were pretty much uncomfortable but I've gotten pretty used to it. You could say my auntie hated that I was pretty, she always warned me not to let the thought of being pretty get into my head. That beauty isn't everything.
But how she's so wrong!
Beauty is everything.!
As my aunt mistreated me, I realised it wasn't fair for me to be treated this way and I know I had to leave or else I'll die one day in her hands. I've got so many scars from her on my body, she's ruining me and I know I had to leave.