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Evan's POV
When i was 8 years old my mom was the most amazing person in the world to me even when with her being a sing parent and all but she always supported me in everything I did or said, I loved my life, always blissful both at school and at home and there was nothing more I ever needed than that. Time passed and soon everything changed my mom was more horrible and mean when i was only 8 and it only grew worse when my little sister was born.My mom treated me like crap and i had no one else to turn to and that is when i learnt how life worked at a tender age. with that i grew fat the older i got. "I think I like boys" immediately a huge silence spread across the room. My mom stood up and came to slap me as though trying to remove a demon, she tortured me all night but she never kicked me out for the sake of keeping a good reputation in the family and forced me to fake like i was straight. I never felt like i belonged there anymore.
We were involved in a car crash, just me and my mom but i was the injured one and she didn't seem to care.
I soon passed out thinking I was dead but sadly i woke up in a hospital, half of me strapped to machines as though I were a robot in its charging station. Years passed by and things at home were a gateway to Lucifer's chambers. Mom didn't talk to me, she blamed me for the accident and my sisters near fatality, beat me nonstop and always went out with her 'friends' to the club and probably and have affairs with peoples husbands. Primary school was my only home until everyone found out about my sexuality and I still do not know how. We eventually moved and i went to a new school, never daring to make friends till high school instead. I began to wonder what it would have been like if i had a father, I craved for that feeling of love that maybe he would provide to me whether i was gay or not. But at the same time i hated him for leaving me with her, the devils master and left without a hello or a goodbye. I hated my father for no being there but a part of me craved for him to be there and save me from this hell called home. My mother spent my whole life telling me i was a mistake and a loser, that i was just a waste of space, taking away all the oxygen that was meant to be for "GODS CREATION ONLY" and i wasn't considered a part of it.The new school i was at did not need to talk to me to know i was gay so wherever i went I had no friends no family and no life, cutting myself was my only safe haven from thereon. It went on that way for at least 3 years;
-go to school and get beaten up
- go home and get beaten up
- break some bones and go to the hospital and get beaten up by mom on my injured areas
And so on till now. What can I say? My life is 'amazing!!' There's nothing more I could ask for
because there's nothing more anyone can give to me
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Hello people so this is my first ever story and I don't know if it's good or not please comment if u think it needs some help
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