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Abuse.

     I feel like we need a proper introduction. I'm Macey. Yes, basic, but my parents didn't name me. Well they did, but they haven't told me. Its unfortunate that some kids have to live life like I do. If you look at my stomach there are bruises, and if you look at my wrist there are cuts. I already feel like crying.

     My family is rich. Not usually said from an abused girl. But, Its just a mask. My parents, they make people look like we're a happy, faithful family, it's absolutely sickening. I have one person to get me trough everything. Her name is Amya. She's my best friend. I envy Amya, I envy normal. Her parents work for Microsoft. I strive everyday to patch up the holes my family has. But it never works. Missy and Matt will never change. I can hardly call then my parents. It's tough having a life with no parent figure. 

     If you all what to know what tends to happen in my humble abode well, I'll try to put it in a way you all can understand. Bottles, slammed up against the wall. That's a warning. I hide. I'm fearful of every little noise that comes after that. Matt has been drinking. Then, another sound, a scream. He's done something to Missy. I chuckle. That bitch deserves every little bit of what she's getting. But he hears me, that's when I know he's coming -