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Zayn

It all started when I moved to this idiotic town, Holmes Chapel. My uncle had just died and my parents wanted a fresh start. Then, my grandfather died unexpectedly. I was the last person to see him. They all blamed me. Me, the fifteen year old boy that never did a truent thing in his life. They told me I was the cause of my relatives deaths. What was I supposed to do? Yell at my parents, the ones who give me food and clothes and a roof over my head? Tell them that it's not my fault the people in my life keep dying around me?

I didn't. So, for punishment, the whipped me in our basement. They yelled at me, they caused me pain in different ways. They stopped loving me.

Things became much too brutal too withstand. I couldn't take it anymore. I gave up, on everything, everyone. I didn't want to feel anything anymore..

And that, is what started my cutting expedition.

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