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Violet

I'm perfectly fine by myself. I get on okay. I have my own rules, I can do what I want, no stupid parents to interfere. They're what fucked me up in the first place, they made me this insane. I have to thank them for that, they helped set up this fabulous freak show that is known as my life.
I blame my dad. He fucking broke my mum, he made it so I had to work out how to cope with this shitty life and keep it a secret from anyone who might take me or my mum away.
When I was little, he would tie me to a chair, every single night before bed, then he would proceed to beat the living crap out of my mum. It had always been an effort to get me to behave, so when he had finished, he would drag me over to the sobbing, bleeding wreck of my mother and whisper the same twisted words. "This is what happens to bad girls that don't behave."
Most kids got bedtime stories, I got to watch my dad beating up my mum. Oh joy.
I guess one night someone heard my screams because police were at our door in roughly ten minutes after my dad had started. They took my mum and I to hospital, my dad was sent straight to prison.
The hospital was fascinating, hearing the sounds of sobbing families, screaming patients, the beep of the heart monitor, the long slow sound of a flat line. Hospitals are filled with misery and heartache. They are also my favourite place in the world.