Preface: How It All Ended

Just because I'm telling you this story.

Doesn't mean I like how it ends.

When I was a girl,

Maybe 12

My mother left me with my father.

Alone.

My father was an evil man.

I knew what my mother meant by:

Don't Let A Man Own You.

I guess it was to late.

Because the second after my mom left.

He turned on me.

I tried to run away.

Never worked.

I tried to kill him.

I ended up getting hurt

Not him.

I never wanted to be with a person.

So much in my life.

I wanted my mother.

Even though she has betrayed me.

I have never contacted her.

I don't dare.

Because if I did.

I would be dead.

But who says I'm not dead right now?

I never expected this ending.

I left him.

Alone.

With her.

Just like my mother.

I never wanted to hurt him.

Or her.

No one.

But I did.

I have never felt so guilty.

Ever.

I deserve this ending.

But he hurt me of my ability to tell him anything.

He never wanted to lose that.

But it's never going to be.

My fault.

My name is.

Christist Marie Levi.

And this is.

My story.