A lot can change in a matter of seconds. You can go from having everything to nothing. That's what happened to me. I watched-at the early age of ten- as my family was murdered. Every last one of them. My mother. My father. My brothers and sisters. Then after that, get raped by the man that killed your family. Now it's just me.
After my family was murdered, they sent me to a 'special' home because they claimed I was psycho-crazy. I think anyone would be after they watched their family get murdered then get raped right afterwards. You have nightmares, you become a mute, and you throw fits randomly. At least, that's what happened to me.
It's been five years since my family was murdered. Two years after they were murdered and I was sent to the house, I ran away. I couldn't take the medicine and the people that ran the house. I had to get away, and I did.
Now look at me. I have a job in California, a boyfriend that loves and takes care of me, and friends that support me through everything.
Before I tell you anymore, I'm going to go back three years to when I ran away. That's when things finally started looking up for me. I didn't know it at the time, but I can see it now.
My name is Olivia Sanders and this is my story.