My name's faith vigil. I've always been that nice girl in school that everyone liked. I guess that's the reason why I was so popular. I guess being nice to people helped me forget about all the hate that was bottled up in my house.

Me and my twin brother Jack were probably the most popular people at my school. We were the typical popular people you see in movies I guess. Jack was that handsome football captain the girls adored and I was the softball and volleyball star at our school. A lot of people wanted to either be with us or be us. I always hated that though. In my head, it gave more reason for people to hate us.

Everyone thought me and Jack were living in paradise but that wasn't the truth. In reality, our lives sucked ass. Me and Jack had no contact with our real dad. The only father figure we had was our abusive step dad and our mother that was scared to step in. Me and Jack always had the theory that our mother hated us because we looked like our birth dad. She always blamed us for him leaving. I never understood why she didn't love us as much as the child her and her husband had. The only good memories I ever had with my mom is before Dan, our step dad showed up. After Dan and my mom got married, everything went down hill.

I was only seven when my mom married Dan. He refused to change my brother and my last name. He said he didn't want someone else's kids to have his last name. So my brother and I are stuck with the last name of Vigil. I didn't mind it, I didn't want the same last name as that Jack ass.

When I was 15, Dan decided I was old enough to get hit. I can still remember that God forsaken night. I came home late because I was with my best friend at the hospital before she died. I walked home that night in the rain, trying to take as long as I could because I hated being in that house. When I got home, it was around 8 at night. Jack was pacing around the kitchen and looked worried when I walked through the door. He pulled me in to a tight hug, but that's when Dan walked in. He looked pissed. He pushed Jack out of the way and grabbed me by the hair. He threw me around like a doll while Jack tried to get him to stop. It got to the point where I had bruises all over my arm and back. I couldn't walk after Dan left. He even hit Jack for trying to help me. Dan left the room after yelling and swearing at me. I couldn't walk so Jack had to carry me to my room. I still accationly had nightmares recalling that night. I always had new bruises but I got used to them.

I will never forget what he did to me. Every time I get hit, it gets worse. The only thing that's kept me going is Jack.  He was the only thing I really had thing me down to this hateful place.

Over time I got better at hiding these things, got better at covering things with make-up, get better at lieing, just the usual stuff. Don't worry, that's not the end of the story, not yet.