Elanor: "A Mute's Resonance ".

nce I was twelve. I've been at the mercy of my father and the pack since I was twel

r, I understood the truth. It was not my fault, but it wasn't enough to erase the

stepmother, perfectly fit the stereotype of a wicked stepmother. She was

an apparent sin

ly died during a rogue attack, leaving behind hertwin daughters, Nevaeh and Hazel. Nevaeh w

d sister; she had long wavy brownha

mother, had pin-straight blond hair, light b

nd whatever tasks were assigned to me. My daily routine began at 6 am when I

w well-behaved I was, I was never

f a few punches and kicks, but on worse occasions, my father's temperwou

I did manage to sneak some, it was either scraps or leftovers. Mymal

at the age of thirteen, I bonded with mine at thetender age of twelve, shortly after my mo

pirits when I felt down, to encourage me to persevere when I consider

gentle mental reminder, sna

walls and floors, devoid of windows or heating. My bed consisted of an old mattress on the floor with a

parents were in love, and their love was evident in the way they showed affection to each other. My mot

asons why my father abused me because i was a con

the love he had for me turned to hate, that's when my happy life changed to the saddest one ever.

ill alive, and we were still a happy family. I wiped away a stray tear and set

father grunted asthey all took their seats at the table.

collecting ripe vegetables. When I finished, I carried the basket in and i

roaching me. I quicklyturned toward the sin

tense and then relaxas I recognized it. I turned to s

aidit," she asked with a sweet smile. I nodded and followed her ups

you," Hazel said with a smile when I f

he small chest at the corner of my room. Carefully, I opened it and looked at what was inside: my m

years old. It was taken on my mother's birthday during a pack barbecuepar

eir love for each other

the candles on my cake while my mother held it. She was laughing, having picked one

at the photo, tears filled my eyes. I placed everything gent

f to a ball, and cried myselfto sleep, long