My life story

1-Early ages/School life

From the moment I could comprehend sentences, I understood my parents never loved each other. I knew we were different from other families that I'd see at school. I just never really understood why.

When I was six, my mom was assaulted and violated by my dad. I watched from the closet. From that day forward, my mom hated me just as much as my dad did. They'd do everything in their power to make sure I knew it, too.

My life changed when I started at my new school. I was sent there on recommendation because the courses at my other school were too easy for me. That's when I met my first period teacher. I heard from a couple of people that he had a reputation of being kind of emotionless. But in my opinion, I think he was the opposite. School life here was...better. People just kind of left me alone. Which was good at times. But on the other hand, no one would come up to me to try and be my friend.

One day, my first period teacher asked to see me after class. I was panicking because I thought I was in trouble, but it turns out he was concerned about the bruises covering my arms and why I never interacted with any of my classmates. I remember us having a long talk, he was the first person I ever spoke to about this so I kind of just let go. He gave me a lot of advice, and told me to just come in his office if I ever needed anything. He also told me that there was a group project coming up and he was going to pair me with someone who he thought was a good friend for me

Over time, I gradually warmed up to him. I opened up more and more. He was the first person I cried in front of in my entire life. He was the first person I told about my self harm and supported me throughout the entire process

Unfortunately, my parents eventually found out, as well