I went to school with bruises and marks all over. I tried to hide the pain I felt inside and out by wearing clothes that covered my body and pretending it didn't hurt inside. I told my best friends what was happening even though they already knew. My teacher saw the signs and told my counselor. My counselor promised not to tell my mother that I told her what was happening. We had a few more fights until the big one on December 27th. I always blamed myself because I wanted to love her and I wanted to make myself feel like she was a good person. I wanted to make her into the person I remembered her being when I was little, but I had to learn the hard way that she was never mine