BRUISED
BY C.Wynter


CHAPTER ONE
MY START

Would you like to hear a story?
A story that's relatable? that doesn't end with s happily ever after as it's still being written?
Well, Take a walk with me.

My first memory as a life form was at the age of four years old, sitting on a slab of cement foundation, eagerly waiting on my mother's weekly visititation.

I lived with distant relatives in the community of Steer Town, just outside of St. Ann while my mother worked as a security guard in the town of Ocho Rios.
Having done security work myself, I understood that the long hours are really dreadful so my mother thought leaving me with relatives was the best bet.

she was wrong.

I wasnt Happy there, I was abused by an aunt and cousins. I was often bullied by these kids, teased and often left hungry. I remember being held down as they put a centipede on my back and allowed it to bite me, I developed a fear of them since that day.

I was quiet, held it...