Kirsty I have lived in a constant nightmare for so long, I can't ever remember having a normal life. I was never somebody's anything besides a prisoner, a punching bag, someone's debt to pay. I was betrayed by the very people who should have loved me. I'm not sure exactly what love means anymore. Is it being asleep, and being dragged from your bed at night to be told the world I once knew was a lie? That I was only ever born to cover up someone...