I stared at her black hair. It was shiny like the promises in magazines.

My name is Salmon, like the fish; first name, Susie. I was fourteen when I was murdered.

I live in a world where two truths coexist: where both hell and hope lie in the palm of my hand

Each time I told my story, I lost a bit, the smallest drop of pain.

Learn a language of another country and then you can go to that country: a place where the problems of your family will not follow. A language they do not speak.

Then a little voice in him said, Let go, let go, let go

Those who say they would rather fight to the death than be raped are fools. I would rather be raped a thousand times. You do what you have to.