Angel Sand covers my cold and shivering lonely body. Dreaming of one day finding the perfect body to lay with and love someone. Im Monique and I'm looking for the perfect person in this world of war. My father got killed in a dreadful car accident and my mum left me, so I'm living alone under a bridge which is next to a abandoned house. I rarely go to this scabby teared down house as my friend who i use to live with got raped and strangled there. I saw the horrific sights as i whimpered in the corner, i managed to escape as the police sirens pierced through the hills. I am now officially scared of the outside world as all of these untold events scarred me for #life. I saw my mum get beaten from my dad leaving her with cuts and bruises this then made her into a drug addict to forget the pain and sorrows as dad always told her "Your too beautiful, you need a few more scabs and bruises!" and the beatings carried on. My sister Annie was a painful accident from my mother (as you may have guess from my dad tieing her down). My #life was a horror as my room was so small and ragged. My parents didnt have any money as the drug income which left us poor. Annie killed herself by her small fragile body jumping of the bridge. I was too late. So her room was a spare room which had a computer and books in, it was terribly dark in there and the spiders scatter around through the crevases. My room had a If you like this story please like and i write more broke. Bed that