"Back when I was younger, like three or four, everything was perfect. My parents were amazing parents and I actually played with the other children during day care.
"But when I got older, and had an interest in music, and not sports like my father had wanted, things took a turn for the worse.
"First, my dad forced me to do sports. Wasn't too bad, I just didn't like it. I broke my leg during a football practice.
"While it was healing, things were okay. My dad still yelled at me for breaking my leg, even though it was not my fault. Once it healed, everything got bad again. Worse than it had been before.
"By this time, I was about ten. I was in grade five or six, I can't remember, but what I do remember was the bruises and burns I got from my father. They were on my arms and legs, so I hid them with long pants and sweatshirts.
"When I was 14, I started self harming. I did it off and on for about 4 years before my parents found out. Then they sent me here, CCMI. 'The Correctional Center for the Mentally Incapable.' I know you know what it stands for I'm just including it for dramatic purposes.
"And I've been here for about a year and the people I have met here are move of family than my parents ever were. Even if they never talked to me. I felt a stronger bond with them because we are all there for a reason." He finished with a sigh.
"I'm sorry Mikey. I didn't know. And here I was, putting all this extra stress on you. I'm sorry."
"It's not your fault. You didn't know. But I.. I came on too strong. I'm sorry."
"Don't be sorry, Michael. We're friends. Just friends. Okay? Maybe in the future I can get to know you better than I do now and we can be more than friends."
"Like what?" He smiled. "Boyfriend and girlfriend?"
"Nope. Best friends."
Sorry this is short, hope you enjoy though!
-Jamie
