My name was forgotten. No one knew it, so I gave myself a name I liked. Raen. Pronouced like "rain." My life was broken mess. No matter how hard I tried to fix it, it broke once again. I couldn't control my alcoholic parents. They sometimes beat me when they were drunk. When they woke up the next morning, they would apologize and tell me it would never happen again. They've said that so many times already, I have lost count. My only escape from this terrible reality was sitting in a corner with my hands covering my ears to block out the noise of my parents screaming at each other. Here is my story.
