Chapter 3
15 years ago, a devil from hell was sent to this world to screw up my life in the wost possible way. a devil who stole my incense and my purity to turn me into a full of darkness little girl. What do you mean? is it what i am think about. He said. oh yes it is ! i was too young to understand what happened, yet i was too scared to talk about it, so i just pretended that things were fine and moved on (or thought that i did) year after year the impact of that action started to show more on my behaviour. i was aggressive, cant be touched by even my family, i created an abusive world of my own in my head where i was the one being abused. i used to draw sick paintings where someone was torturing me, and being a girl with no family no one noticed, but my school did. they fixed it by firing me from school on the 6th grad. but i was moving to another city so no one knew, or maybe no one cared to know. it was all fine after that, my sick thought were only to my self, i looke