Before I start how it happened, you should first know my past.
When I was 3, my parents had a car accident. On March 20th, 2001, at 21:02, they were pronounced dead. I have very few memories of them. The only memory I remember vividly when we were at a beach in The Hamptons in America. My parents and I were there for my mum's 30th birthday.
After their death, I was put in a Foster home until the age of 9 when a youngish couple who couldn't have children adopted me. I remember the day I met my adoptive parents. My adoptive mum, Sophie - tanned, blue-grey eyes and tallish - was wearing a creamy coloured strappy top, a blue cardigan, skinny jeans and flip flops. My adoptive dad, Mike - pale, small hazel eyes and very tall - was wearing a grey hoodie and jeans. You can tell I'm adopted. Although I am tanned like my adopted mum, I have brown eyes and naturally slimmer but shorter than both of them.
I liked them a lot until an eventful day in 2008, when I was 11 after me and Sophie had a massive argument. That made me hard to deal with for Mike and Sophie. Since then, whenever I have been angry or frustrated, I wouldn't talk to them or anyone else about it, I would take it out physically on myself. I self harm.
