Could it be helped

That late night you chose to attend.

I am Boy. You are entering my words. I have to warn you: they are messy in this intro.

I was born on the 13th, which explains a lot of my life. Four brothers, one mom, and a dad. If you were to ask me any memories of my childhood, I would laugh. Why? Well I guess I would have to enter into your mind for that, well actually a child's. Here we go:

I put my hand on the door nob and twist it trying not to make a sound, or they will wake up. They have never caught me, but I know better than to risk anything. I squeeze through the cracked door into the fallen night, which always welcomed me among it's shadows. My heartbeat was playing the same rhythm over and over again, my awakening I called it.

People say you wake up in the morning, they lie. The night is not pure, nor is it educational, and its especially not a lively place. I only went there to hide. Hide from him, me, and it.

My dad hit her again, this time I yelled at him to stop but he wouldn't. I sat there watching her scream in pain with every swing. The only thing I could do was to try to restrain him, so he hurt me too. I couldn't understand. Was this normal for other people? Am I supposed to let myself get hurt like my mom?

We'll you have read that much. Do I dare entertain you with more?

If you wish to care further comment. My world will unravel before you, you may not be the same person after.

I am real, this is true.

Welcome to my world.

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Wrote this awhile ago, wow I am weird. Anyways... Are you going to continue reading or stop?

Your choice ;)

-Boy