Chapter one
Your kow how people say nothing can ever get more worse from already being worse, well whoever told you this is either a monk or some relgious freak preaching about the father, the son, and the holy whatever you call it. Its different to those who grow up with a father who drinks beer like a fish and thinks abuse is a hobby or to have a mother who is so out of it she dosent know up from down; this is when you realize it aint getting any better. At sixteen I was completly at my witts end and sick of waiting for things to get better. I can remember just to get the pain and anger out of my system I started a fight with the thoughest girl at our school, when we went at it I never felt the blows of her punchs, now dont get me wrong I whooped her ass. She never told anyone due to the fact I was a sophmore who wore ripped jeans and an ACDC shirts all the time so I never got into any trouble for it. To my surprize it never helped, only made it ten times worse.
At seventeen it wasnt any better so I placed a razorblade to wrist and cut, I didnt even feel the pain as the crimson red blood dripped onto the cold tiled floor. Laughing at what I had done, I walked into the school hallway and passed out.
Well Iam going to cut this one short and will continue shortly...plz crit
