What's Your Name Darling?

Who. Am. I.

I'm Matthew.
I used to be the nicest little boy. I loved every living and non living things. Nobody could name a single thing I hated. I was loved by all that I met, but one day that all changed. When I was 6 I started to have hallucinations. I would have random outburst in the middle of classes, public or even at home. My father wasn't too happy about it at all. He wasn't just not happy, he was furious. He said I was an embarrassment to our family name! Can you imagine that? An embarrassment. His own kid... an embarrassment... He thought he could solve the problem, by beating it out of me. Everyday and every time I had an outburst he'd beat me . No one knew what was wrong with me and no one wanted anything to do with me. My mother ignored me most of the time, and whenever she did pay attention it was to yell at me or tell me to do something. As I got older my condition and the beatings got worse. Everyday after school I'd almost get beaten to death. Still the next day id go to school. No one liked me anymore, everyone thought I was doing it all to myself. My father was ruthless. I had handprints, bruises, and cuts everywhere. I remember one day, I had my worst outburst in school because the one girl that was nice to me and I fell in love with turned me down. I told her I loved her and she.. Haha.. Laughed at me. She laughed. Kinda like I woulda. She pointed out all my faults, well, half of them. She ran out of breath and didn't even know them all! I flipped out and put my hand through six lockers. I broke two knuckles in my left hand and my right wrist. Security guards had to restrain me. Oh, it was so fun. When I came home , my hands all bandaged up, my father freaked. He was so funny! His face was so red, veins popping out of his neck, spit flying everywhere every time he screamed. He grabbed me by the neck and threw me down the basement stairs. The pain was amazing! I loved it! He proceeded to take all my stuff and throw them downstairs. That was the first time I ever cried.. I felt like such a disappointment. Later that night I ran away. Funny, it's been two years and no one even noticed I was gone..
.....Matthew doesn't exist.....