I am writing a Bildungsroman (coming-of-age story) told in the first person point-of-view of twelve-year-old Skylar. It captures the stark reality of how abuse damages individual lives.
I am invisible, understand, simply because people refuse to see me. Like the bodiless heads you see sometimes in circus sideshows, it is as though I have been surrounded by mirrors of hard, distorting glass. When they approach me they see only my surroundings, themselves or figments of their imagination, indeed, everything and anything except me.