If you were to ask me who I was before the attack, I honestly don't know. A kid that played with dolls? Maybe. But then that child had seen other violence. Things she shouldn't of. I was so young and it carried on for so long that I never knew anything else. So in away, I've come to realise I'm not sad that I was changed, there never was one. Can you grieve what you never had?
When was there a change? Realising it was wrong. The Destruction. My choices and mistakes that I made. Drugs, drink and no regard for myself. To have felt that nothing else could hurt me like that. To block everything out. To be so wrong. Falling and falling.
So maybe now, I can choose who that girl was. She could be anything that she wants to be.