"The books are magical." Her mother had said. Paige believed her, like how she had believed that her mother was always going to love her. Neither of things were true, as she found out after she turned eleven. Her father had left, leaving Paige and her mother on their own. Her mother soon re-married a business man, who Paige believed was a good man. She was wrong about that as well. He slowly turned her own mother against her, accusing Paige of things she would never even dream of doing. Every day, when her mother went to work, he took it upon himself to tear her confidence down by feeding her lies and reminding her what a problem she was. He would beat her physically, and made her bleed. He threatened her to never tell anyone, so she never spoke a word. She cried every night, but hid the tears every day. She became quiet and alone. She lost friends. She became nervous whenever someone came near her, and flinched every time they raised their hand at all. She wore long, baggy clothes to hide scars. She started to believe what the man told her, and even started to punish herself. She never went outside, and when she did, it was only to mow the lawn, or collect the mail. People began to talk about her, whispers of pity, yet no one lifted a finger to help. They would give her sad glances, but nobody came over to talk to her. She grew and became older. The punishments became worse, more physical, and she was on the verge of throwing everything away, not that there was much to throw.
But she didn't.
Something held her back from jumping off that bridge, or giving the final cut with that knife. Maybe it was the fear of the pain, or that maybe, just maybe somebody out there would care. If there was, which was doubtful, she couldn't let them down. Of course, nobody cared, according to the man, but that didn't stop a small part of her from hoping. A small part of her desperately hoped that someone out there loved her, and would be terribly sad if she died. A small part wanted to live. To see what the world had to offer. To have someone who loved her. To meet new friends, and to love herself. That small part was shrinking every day though, and she thought that no one loved her for sure. The darkness was closing in, bringing turmoil inside of her.
Then she saw the books.