The Day I Became a Demon

I was Once "Normal"

I was never happy like other kids. I was always different, or "unique" as other people would say.

In my mind "unique" is just a nice way of saying that someone is a freak.

The reason I am so strange is because my dad  is extremely sexist and abusive. He only abuses me and my mom; my two younger brothers get spoiled by my dad.

My mom is a nice person but she rarely has time for me. I just sit in my room balling my eyes out on how shitty my life is.

I used to have a friend. She was the whole world to me. She was the only kid who understood me, but she moved. After she moved I started to become more and more depressed. My grades started to slip. I got a piercing. I died my hair. I became more and more anti social until I didn't even talk at all in class.

And of course, my parents didn't notice any of this.

I started to get so depressed that I even tried to commit suicide multiple times. My wrists and legs have multiple deep scars from me slitting myself. I tried to jump off a building once, too, but someone called the police before I could.

My life has been the worst it ever could be, but I didn't know it could get any worse...