Locked away for eighteen years within a cell by my grandmother.

I wanted to be free from her and go outside where people were different, but it wasn't so. Every move I made or the people I met. They were just like her, evil and cold.

Tears ran from my eye even more remembering the exact words Josh said. "He didn't know me," he said. For he was ashamed of me and how I looked. I knew I should never have believed him. I knew I was not beautiful. Everything thing about me was ugly; including the ugly bright red hair on my head. I hated it that it reminded...