The Reminiscence of a Psychopath

Trapped in a house with people who acted more like jailers than parents. Her true home was the library and its book her only solace. Until one day her world was fragmented. The pieces of her life, so askew, that nothing could bring them back. She was ripped from earth to a different time, yet even through the turmoil and agony. One thought prevailed: I will survive.