MUTE AND ABUSED MATE
PROLOGUE

I know that in the beginning, you will like it a shitty story, but pleasetrust me it gets more exciting and better throughout.

Hello, my name is Fleurie, I am eighteen years old, and I live an awfullife. Life was good for me until that storm came, the storm thatsmashed up my life.

It was difficult to watch my mother slowly fade away as she battledbreast cancer, I watched her struggle with the disease, and it was hardto believe she wasn't going to make it. It was only a matter of timebefore that monster won.

The experience left me with many unresolved issues, as well as a senseof regret that I could have done more, that I could have donesomething; at the very least, I could have said goodbye.

I Remember.

In my memory, I remember her sitting at the piano, fingers tappingrhythmically, patiently listening to her students’ rattles.

Her love of the sea is something I remember.

Sunflowers were her favourite flower, and I remember her love of them.In the years before my mom died, and before the monster attacked her,I was very close to my father, who was my hero, my first date, and mybest friend. However, when my mom died, all that came crashing down.During my eighth year, I was overwhelmed with fear and anxiety, as aresult of him emotionally abusing, physically abusing, and sexuallyabusing me.

It is impossible for me to remember what it is like not to cry after all myscars and bruises.

During the past few years, he has hit me, kicked me in the stomach,punched me, called me names, and blamed me for things I did not do.He started with just slapping; one time he said we had no eggs so Imade two eggs, but he hit me until blood stained the floor, I keptbegging him to stop, but he wouldn't listen. I told him we didn't haveany eggs.

He didn't come to a screeching halt.

He was having some fun when he raped me.

My own father assaulted me and called me slurs like "bitch," "whore,""slut," and everything else that came to mind.

It didn't end with my father at home, People at my school bullied me.When he struck me till I blacked out, I stopped talking and remainedsilent. Bullying has increased.

Everything that occurred to me was kept a secret.

Because he threatened to kill anyone and everyone who discovered thetorture and other horrific things he did to me.

He did it once.

I couldn't even do anything to stop it from happening. I was a naivelittle kid with no one in this world.

There are no other family members to seek protection from, and nofriends to shout and gripe to.

My own brother abandoned me in this awful household, with no safetyfrom the monster who lives there.

My family had turned on me.

The entire world had betrayed me.

I betrayed myself.

I can't even have trust in myself.