I watch my mother cut her neck with the kitchen knife she was using for cutting my birthday cake, I was 14 years old and all my soccer team were there, we all got traumatized. I was sent to my uncle Theodore that lived on the other side of the country, I never knew who my father was, because he raped my mother when she was having an episode of schizophrenia, I left my home and lived with my Uncle, my Aunt Erla and my cousin Isabelle.
I went to therapy for a year and then I accepted the death of my mother. I was leaving a normal life till I discovered Isabelle, my cousin never played with me and never told me anything because she had died 5 years before I arrived to my Uncle house, I even went to her funeral but I hadn't remembered it.
I was diagnosed with Schizophrenia.
>>To be continued
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Ok this song is perfect for the story, at least for this chapter :) I love LP I wish I had enough money to buy all the undergrounds they make :(
