Prologue.
I ran through the woods as fast as I could after escaping my life of slavery. I couldn’t take the beatings, the raping, the belittlement that occurred on the daily to me and other slaves alike. I found out I was being sold to someone even worst than the master I had now, and I had no doubt in my mind that I would rather die or escape before I let that happen. My name is Veronica I was I born into slavery, and it was the only life I knew. My mother died giving birth to me and I heard my father was sold when I was just two years old. I had learned to read and write from other slaves as I grew up. I had just turned 16 years old a couple months ago, and I started to hear a voice inside my head. At first I though I was crazy, but she kept on talking to me and never gave up. She want
