“Footprints I have not heard “Footprints, “ and I have learned to hear everything. I have had to for survival. Maybe it was just a hunter or a hiker. These woods are beautiful, but I am so far away from anything or anyone, which was purposely done to protect me. Has he found me? Please, don’t let it be. There is only one person I need to find me, and he would knock, not creep around. Was he inside...

Honestly, am I sitting here pretending everything is ok? I feel

like I do not fit in even though we are family. I am envious of my cousins, especially of the life they have had compared to mine. I am a great pretender, and very few people know the fear and pain I live with daily. My grandparents have shielded me growing up, but the monster who is my dad is always present. This is torture I wan...