It started a long time ago, I was about 5 years old. my brother had just left for college, and my mom had recently killed herself. My brother was 19, and had his whole life ahead of him. He was treated like royalty, because he was an only child. My mom had become suicidal when she got pregnant with me. She was slitting her wrists before I came out of the womb. She was already stressed with the bills and the abuse, but a baby was just too much. She dealt with it for as long as she could. I could often hear my father scream at her. Often she would cry herself to sleep. She knew she couldn't escape my father, she had no options. As soon as she figured this out she then jumped off the roof of the hospital she worked at.
My mother was a doctor, the best one in town. I broke my arm once when I was two, she was right there for me. I didn't get to go to the hospital, because we don't have insurance. But she stole materials from work often, so I was treated like I was in the hospital. My arm healed in no time. But my mom couldn't heal the beatings scars and emotional problems my dad gave her
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RandomDonna a girl who had to make her own name is abused her cherished brother moved away her mother commited suicide she is only left with her drunk drug addict abusive father she cannot handle this until she meets a boy that helps her through the most...
