| A child was born. That child was born on *** **th, 19**. That child was named ******** ******* ******, or Angel Destiny as we will call her. That child was me. Her parents names were **** ****** and ******** ******, or -J- and -M- as we will call them. |
| -skips two years to when I remember- |
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| That child was two. There was another child being born. Her name was ******* ****** ******, or -K- as we will call her. She was born on *** *th, 19**. Angel Destiny loved her sister -K-. By the age of two... ...Angel Destiny also knew of the heartache -K- was going to suffer. Angel Destiny did everything in her power to help -K-... ...and to make sure that her little sister didn't get hurt... Sometimes? |
| Angel Destiny failed. |
| But nonetheless... ...she tried... It's at this point where I remember. The child loved her sister very much.... The child... ...tried to protect her sister... ...in everything... She tried to save her sister. This child... ...Angel Destiny... ...would learn the true meaning... |
| -of survival- |
| It started out with just little things. I had to wash the clothes. I had to clean up the kitchen. I had to feed my sister every meal. I had to do everything. There wasn't anything that went untouched. There wasn't any stone left unturned. Everything was my responsibility, and if I missed anything, there was only one rule. |
| It meant violence. It meant yelling. It meant hurting. It meant sex. |
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| WILL TRIGGER |
| NOT FINISHED |
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