Scars of the Past

A/N I adopted this story from Moonlight Isabella Silverstein who wrote for me, this first chapter. I have adopted a couple stories from Moonlight, this is just one of them. I feel like I getting sick so I might not be able to update for a few days, this also counts for Thank You For Saving Me.

Don't own anything thats all Stepanie, thanks STEPH!

By: LittleMrsWhitlock

Plot From: Moonlight Isabella Silverstein

Summary: She is scarred inside and out, always hoping that one day she will finally be free, free from the pain of life. Will she be saved from her hell and from herself?


Don't be fooled by her pretty smile. Inside she's breaking. She's so fragile. ~ Anonymous

Age Six

April 15, 1999

Dear Diary,

Why did mommy have to die? Why do daddy and step-daddy blame me? I didn't do anything, mommy is in heaven. Shouldn't they be happy? Mommy is with God. She is in a better place, right?


Age Seven

July 9, 2000

Dear Diary,

Daddy hit me today for the first time; he told me I was naughty. He told me that I killed my mommy, but I didn't kill her! She went to heaven; she went to live a happy life with God, right?


July 30, 2000

Dear Diary,

Step-daddy and daddy yelled at me for burning dinner, but I don't understand why I have to cook. I'm not very good at it. Mommy always cooked for us. I miss her, gotta go daddy is calling me, he sounds really angry.


Age Eight

November 1, 2001

Dear Diary,

Today something awful and painful happened to me. Daddy and Phil did something that scares me a lot. I was washing the dinner dishes when they stormed into the kitchen screaming at me. They blamed me for something that I didn't do. I told them that I didn't do it, but it only made them angrier. Phil slapped me on my right cheek, and in my shock I managed to bite the inside of my cheek and draw blood. This made him angrier.

Pain, always pain. A never ending cycle of pain filled nights, pain filled days, and the painfulness of it all bring me constantly to tears. But I cannot cry, I cannot show pain, I cannot show how much it hurts me to live like this, if you can call what I'm doing living.