And now…
The world must answer for what it helped create.
After the courtroom, they didn't even give me a trial.
No justice.
No voice.
Just locked me away like trash, forgotten in the darkness.
But long before that—
When I was just a toddler—Mom told me a story:
She left me for a moment to get salt. And in that moment, I crawled… curious, unaware.
Right into a basin filled with water.
I nearly drowned.
Maybe I should have.
All those years locked away, all I could think of was my baby boy.
*My only reason to live.*
The only piece of love I had left after Eva died.
My precious daughter... gone.
But my son is still out there.
And I will get him back.
Who would've thought men could be so heartless?
*Ben*. That's his name—my husband.
That lying, manipulative jerk.
He and his mother *took my son away from me.*
And you know what? I'll burn their perfect little world to the ground.
But not everything in prison was a loss.
There, I met my twisted sisters—*Mia* and *Ema*.
We were the perfect trio. Chaos, loyalty, and a bond stronger than blood.
I loved those girls. We did everything together.
But then I had to leave.
Ben—my rich, image-obsessed husband—couldn't have his family name in the mud. So he pulled strings. Got me out.
*Five. Damn. Years.*
They called it justice. I call it punishment for being too real.
And to top it off, the judge insisted I see a therapist.
So here I am—talking to you, doc—just so I can get a glimpse of my son.
"Wait, you haven't seen your son?" the therapist asked.
"Nope," I answered, bitter and exhausted.
*They won't let me.*
Ben and his mother. Who knows what lies they've fed my boy about me?
The therapist sighed.
"I'll call your family," he said. "It might help."
But I already knew how that call would go.
"She's crazy."
"We can't let her near him."
"She's dangerous."
Two weeks later, I was released.
Everyone showed up to welcome me—my brothers, my sister, my mom, even Ben and his stuck-up family.
For three weeks, I was treated like royalty.
Then my family left…
And the masks came off.
The insults started.
The manipulation.
The lies.
When I fought back, they humiliated me in front of my *six-year-old son*—
Then shipped me off to a psychiatric hospital like I was nothing.
I spent *six months* in that place.
Six months to realize just how alone I truly was.
But I didn't waste my time.
I wrote.
*Four books.*
*The Darkness Within.*
*The Last Cry.*
*Nothing Is Real.*
And *The Three Witches.*
They took everything from me.
But they gave me a voice.
And now, I'll use it.