It was 3 years ago when it all began. 3 years since the pain started. 3 years since the blood flowed. 3 years.
Mom and Dad never liked each other, they divorced when I was 2. Since then I've been the voice between them. I've been the only thing connecting them. They have always taken their hatred for each other out in me and it hurts.
Mom moved away. She was the only thing that made me happy. She understood me and what I was going through. Dad abused me, hit me. Told me I was a mistake. I wasn't supposed to be born. When Mom moved I was heart broken. Dad wouldn't let me go see her.
School started and my friends talked behind my back. Our friendship was fake. It was never real. They hated me. The boy I loved. The boy I trusted. Smashed my heart. 3 years. It all started then.
I cut myself. I attempted to hang myself. I took pills. I did drugs. Anything to make the pain go away. Anything to make the memories fade. But in the end it did not work.
I would wake up and remember everything. Everything.
Why was this happening? Why is it this way? Why can't I be normal? Why can't I have a normal life? Why?
Half way through school my grades were all that mattered. I made school first to anything else. It still didn't take the memories away.
The last day of school I came home and hid in my room. I didn't come out unless I needed to use the bathroom or eat. I stayed in my room watching TV and cutting more lines into my arm. Over. And over. And over. Day. After. Day. This went on for two and a half years.
Then one day Mom called. She said she was moving back. She said she would see me again and help me get out of Dads house. I was being saved. And for once in a very long time I was happy.
But not for long.
5 months later and Mom still hadn't moved back. She said she didn't have money to move and it would be to much work for her. That was it. I would never be happy again. So I took my "friends" advice and decided to end my suffering once and for all.
The chair fell from under my feet, the rope tightened, and everything went black.
No more pain.
No more suffering.
No more memories.
No more.
No.
More.
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