Jessica pov:
Love... I chuckle. What do I know about love. It has only caused me harm. When I was a kid my mother told me how love was a beautiful thing. I guess love was on her side. Never me, I had been rejected by everyone. After my mother died, I no longer felt love. Other people, my family and even my own father had rejected me. I was alone, forever, never to feel love again. I start to cry. NO ONE KNOWS THAT I'M EVEN ALIVE ANYMORE! With all of the hatred and fear in this world, I was nothing. A nobody. Trapped in my own mind. But then one day it all stopped or at least I thought.