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"Did you hear that noise?" I asked myself. Now I have a habit about myself. I find I have the best conversations with myself. Perhaps it's because I'm an only child. Or my parents were never home to look after me.  undoubtedly, I was wearing the same outfit as the day this hell started: ripped black jeans, black hoodie, black tank top and black trainers. My face was scratched with blood, cuts and dirty.

It was my 6th birthday. My parents weren't home. I had no one to celebrate it with as my only friend is now dead. "Why did I have to be such a loner?" I always asked myself. Even at the age of 6 I was mature for my age group but it's probably because I've had to learn how to look after myself for a while. As young as I was, I'd consider that I'll probably never have friends even if I try. I also had access to the internet when I was just 4 so I've kind of been sheltered for years and really like my music and games.

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