My hero
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"- I don't care! I'm going to the party tonight!-" I yelled at my Mum. "-Young lady! You will not! It is a school night, now go and do your homework!-" Ugh! Why do they have to be like this every time I want to go to a party!? I HATE YOU WHY DONT U DIE IN HELL i shouted as I stomped into my bedroom and slammed my door. Why must they treat me like a child!? I started doing my school work when it started to get really hot and I smelled smoke. Then I started to hear what sounded like paper crumbling. What's going on!? I opened up my door to see flames everywhere. I knew I couldn't stay in my room so I ran for the front door. My parents should be outside, right!? I had just opened up my front door when a firemen grabbed me and took me outside, but I swear, just before I left I saw my Mum lying on the floor... Dead...
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My life has always been terrible. I was always bullied at school. I don't know why, it just seemed that people didn't like my presence. The guys would beat me up and I'd get in trouble when I defended myself, for the teachers never saw what they did. The girls would trick me, making me think they liked me and laughing at me because of it. I was always in the principle's office for one reason or another, but I wasn't a bad student. I actually got really good grades. To make matters worse, my mother wanted nothing to do with me. She'd lock me in the basement, sometimes for days, with no food or warmth. My father would then sneak down and beat me before raping me. So, naturally, I wanted to die. But, for some reason, I can't die. No matter what I do, I can't stay dead. The thing I want more than anything is far out of my reach. Why can't I just die? Warning: mention of rape, suicide, and abuse. Also, this is a boy's love story.

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