Ты know your a writer when

I know you’re in pain. It hurts in ways Ты can’t even begin to describe and even if Ты could, no one seems to want to listen.
Sure, people care and try to help… for a time… but when Ты don’t seem to be getting any better, after a while, they get tired of listening… Eventually it becomes easier to keep it all inside.
I know Ты feel like it will never get better and you’ll never be okay again. It’s been like this for so long now that Ты think if things were ever going to change they would have by now so this is how it’s always going to be… but it’s not. I promise it’s...

Prologue
She never knew she had an uncle until her parents died. It’s strange how- sometimes in life when Ты lose important people in your life Ты gain some more.
Her mother and father died in a house fire. No one knew how it started except the one daughter who managed to survive.
But she was in no state to tell. She suffered mild burns but her mind suffered worst of all. She never spoke again.
She was kept in hospital for six months but eventually she was packed off to her uncle Scipio. She was thirteen years old and many сказал(-а) it was a crime sending a child off to such an evil man as Scipio....