My name is Alexandra Marie Prado and this is my story and how it came to a end.  Before I get into the story of how and why I died I must first start off with how it started. When I was 1 year old up into the age of 6 years old . My parents loved and cared for me the way any good parent would. They protected me from the dangers and the cruelty of the world . My parents made sure I had everything I ever needed then I did what all children do eventually I began to question why my parents give me rules and I just blindly follow them. So next time my parents told me to do something I did something I never did before I told them why. 

        That was a great mistake as I soon learned . My dad backhanded me so quickly I barley had time to process what had just happened. My natural instinct was to start crying because I was in pain and in shock that my oh so loving father smacked me . To which my father replied with , 

" Keep crying little girl and i'll give you a reason to cry. "

       I brought my sniffles an cries to a halt and my dad told me to go do what he had originally told me to do before I got bold. 

       As I cleaned up my toys ( I don't quite remember what he told me to do so I'm just going to say it was for me to clean up my toys. ) I was in complete shock I had just been hit by the person who is supposed to be protecting me.  So what am I supposed to do now the person that I relied on for protection harmed me. How am I supposed to be protected now ? 

       On that day two things happened . One my father bruised both my heart and my cheek , and two I came to the realization that only you can protect yourself . The world is a cruel place and only the strong survive.