I apparently lived the perfect life, according to my parents and friends - it really isn't. I have a father who is practically in and out of my life because of his mafia associated career, my mother who has a new man every week because she can't deal with my father and I have no siblings; it is torture at my house - but because I'm wealthy I should be happy. I put on the persona of being a sweet woman, following up on my education and career - analysing the bible, not doing church but keeping holy for my parents sake. It is draining, my friends even side with my parent's like I don't understand; is everyone brainwashed? It is frustrating - someone provide me a man with big muscles and I'll never complain forever; but seriously, I only focus on my career and education because I'm 18 and want to move out immediately. I follow the rules; baking everyday, keep clean, don't swear, respect parent's - disobey that in arguments -, work and maintain modesty.

I had wandered, putting my bible in my draw. It was a weekend, I kept my nights simple. I fixed at my nightgown, it was oddly silent - my father left for an event and my mother went to a dinner; it made sense but I felt almost uncomfortable. I decided to ignore it and end my night. I went in bed, gaining a position and sighing; I looked around my room. I had my eyes fluttering shut, eager for that edge of sleep hitting my body - I allowed it and fell instantly in a sleep. I think my thoughts wanted a break, everything happening and just the thought that something bad is going to happen - I'm safe, right?