Why must the world perceive beauty in such an unfair manner. Why must I be skinny with fair skin, beautiful eyes, long hair, pink luscious lips. Can I not be beautiful if I do not meet your standards. I was constantly criticized for my weight, my dark skin, my freckled face, my short hair... I thought the beauty you have in the inside out shines the beauty on the outside, but I was quickly proved wrong.

Some people are forced to learn that the world is a cruel place at such a young age... I had to learn at such a young age. My parents were ashamed of me resulting in them forcing harsh diets on me until I lost 10 pounds a month. A mere child barely old enough to ride a roller coaster was forced to starve to maintain the "perfect body". Even in such conditions I was required to smile and show no other emotion but happiness. Anything but that resulted in a beating, if I was lucky I could get out of it with no broken arms or legs.

My heavy diets put me in tremendous pain but momma said that pain is beauty, something that woman such as ourselves must bare. What mamma says goes.

"Momma can I go outside and play?"

She takes in a big sniff of the cigarette she was smoking and let's it out in my face. I begin to cough aggressively trying to breath in fresh air. She watches as I struggle and smiles. She puts the cigarette out and looks at me once more.

"Don't you wanna hang out with momma? You're making me so sad, do you want me to be alone?"

I shake my head, "no momma ill stay with you"

"That's my girl, now go get me a beer out the fridge."

I run towards the fridge and open it. Only one beer left. I grab the beer and run it back to momma. As I'm running back I trip over something. I look over to see what I tripped over. My big brother, he was smiling over me.

" Momma!" He yells

"She wasted your last beer!" He sneers as he looks at me.

"WHAT!? MY LAST ONE!"

She gets up and runs towards me. She grabs a picture from the coffee table and throws it right at me. I couldn't dodge. Blood trickles down my head and into my left eye. Without a warning she lunges towards me hitting me nonstop. I can see my big brother Sunny watching from behind her, smiling deviantly.

Five minutes goes by, she's finally calmed down. With not much energy left I try calling for momma.

"Momma? Momma? I didn't waste it, I saved it when I fell." I take the beer from under neath the pillow next to me. I hide it after I fell so that it wouldn't break.

She looks at the beer bottle almost ecstatic."Oh my dear child."

She walks towards me and kisses my bloody swollen face. She drops my head and grabs the beer bottle. I can see her covered in my blood, I couldn't see my brother. In fact I could now barely see my mother. I start to lose consciousness.

The room starts to get dark. I can't even hear momma anymore. "Momma, are you happy now. I saved your beer, does this mean you'll play with me? A tear trickles down my face.

"Momma looks happy now, I'm glad I could make her smile"

To be continued...

I wake up still lying where I had fainted. The room is pitch black, I can barely see. I slowly start to get up but I stumble back down. I take a deep breath and crawl towards the back door. As I crawl to the the back door I feel something under my hand. I grab onto it, its the broom I grab the broom and use it to stand up. I open the back door and make my way to the run down cabin out back.

I finally made it to the inside of the cabin. This, is where I sleep. I limp towards the bed and throw myself on it. I crawl into the paper thin like cover and close my eyes. Not even ten minutes later I hear a loud thump. It didn't come from outside the cabin, it came from under my bed! I was consumed with fear unable to move. To afraid to look under the bed I hide my face under the cover hoping whatever that was goes away.

It's quiet again, but that doesn't mean that thing left. I hear the front door creaked open, but I don't hear it close. Unable to wait a moment longer I peaked put the cover. Nothing. Not a soul in sight. I sigh thinking that whatever it was must have took pity on me and left.

I laugh at the thought, "I'm so pathetic that even a monster pities me. A young girl so love starved that she sticks to her abusive family like super glue." I get up and walk towards the door, and close it. This time I locked it. I head back to my bed and crawl back under the cover. I feel someone from behind me get under the cover with me. Hot breath on my neck.

Cold feet touch mine, heavy cold breath on my neck. I can't turn to look my body won't allow me. I close my eyes and hope it disappears, but nothing. The figure begins to sit up under the cover. I can tell it wants me to look. I slowly turn around, it was a little girl, she looks like she'd be my age. But, her face is blurred out. Why can't I see her face?

She whispers something to me, I know she did I can see her mouth moving. but I still can't see the rest of her face, I'm unable to hear her. A weird smile appears on her face as she pulls a knife out her pocket she stabs me inmy neck, I wake up startled and panicky. I wasn't in the cabin, I woken up in the living room where I had fainted from excessive beating from my mother. Drenched in sweat I sat up. I looked around, it must be morning. "Must have been a dream trying to warn me."

A dreary smile appears on my face. "Does that mean someone wants to kill me? Or is it something else..."