Last Chance

My life story in three words is betrayed, confused, and abused. I remember from a young age that I was different from other kids but also similar. I had a mother and father who once loved me, but things changed when my dad lost his job and turned to alcohol. I lost my mom when I was six because dad decided to frame her and make her look crazy and unstable, yet she had a stable income to keep the house running. After that, things just went downhill. I would hide from dad when he was home. When nighttime came, I would go out and get something to eat and clean up a bit. Things changed when I turned eight when I started going to the library after school to avoid going home. I got into books heavily as. When escaping from the world and from him. I didn't have many friends because I was an outcast. Only one person took an interest in me and since that day I haven't felt alone in this lonely world. Her name was Emily. Going through the library I found some books that really were. They had all sorts of magic and information about the paranormal out there. I did my research into Wicca and paganism. I guess out of a lot of religions, for once, this felt so embarrassing and welcoming for once in my life.