"James go back upstairs for fucks sake!" James was told, he ran up to his room and waited. Waited for his dad to come in and finish his life, he was done. He's always been done. Ever since that night 10 years ago. When he realized the only true pain came from bruises and slit wrists. The night when his dad scarred him. Memories flashed by his eyes. "I'm done." He cries over and over to himself, as he drops a bloody razor into the water. This is the story of James Crunch, abused, hurt, scarred.All Rights Reserved
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