Since I was nine, I've stayed with my Aunt M. I don't know what name the 'M' stands for, it's just there. I didn't remember or completely know what happened before my ninth birthday. One thing I remember from that day, was that I was taken from my mother. I remember holding on to her, and being forcibly ripped out of her arms. Crying, screaming, kicking, and fighting to get back to her. To tell her to not let me go. And I remember one phrase she screamed before she disappeared from my life. "I will get you back, Mommy won't leave you...". And that's the last I saw or heard from her again. After that, all I knew was darkness. Black everywhere I looked. I wasn't scared, darkness isn't always bad. I was just lonely. The only thing I knew was that I was nine, and I was taken from my mother. Then, at one point, a light sparked above me. I grabbed it and appeared in a room. A short woman was standing in front of me.
