I remember looking into the mirror. In that reflection I saw an awkwardly skinny girl, pale complexion covered in scars from acne. Hair, dark brown, frizzy and incredibly hard to handle. Too tall to handle, to skinny to bear. When the menstrual cycle, raging hormones and teenage boys breaking my heart were the biggest problem in my life. Yeah, that's when life was in absolute perfection. I never really appreciated until now. Now my biggest problem is fighting a 37-year-old man, who tried to sexually harass me and write a nasty ransom to my parents while I lay and rot in his under ground room.

My name is Dawn Willow. I'm only 15-years-old, and I'm fighting everyday to survive.