Why?

When my parents transferred me to a new school I was so happy cause i really hated my old school. The reason hate my old school is because in my old school I was hated alot, people talked behind my back, harrased me and much more for the past 5 years,so as you have probably already noticed my life was hell for me and to make matters worse my parents didnt even care they dont even look at me in the eyes when i talk to them so as you can see I am a lonely person. My parents treat me like a slave insted of their child and they have done this for so long and it makes me wonder wether I am adopted of something.

On my first day of school I can say truthfully that I have never felt so free in my life, that was untill I bumped into these guys and from the looks on their faces I could see that they were very pissed then they started to pull my hair and punch me not even caring but I was used to this so it was nothing for me, but starting fro. That day on my life became a living hell again except this time it was worse cause 1. They were guys 2. They had all the students in the school heck they even had the teachers. No matter how much I complained to my mum and dad and showed them the bruises they just kept saying that 'they don't care' and 'it was my problem'. Like thia the next three years went by just like that, with me being harrased every day and gaining more and more bruises like some sinner.

One day I really dont know what took over me but I was pissed for some reason and made my way to the roof, I met those guys on the way but I was in no mood to see their ugly faces that would put medusa to shame so I pushed them out of my way and kept going, they came after me but thankfully I lost them. Once I had arrived I went towards the edge and just stared at the sky it was becoming orangeish, it made me think that even the sky had its darkest moments but I wondered if it was as dark and painful as mine. I then started to think about my sad life and wondered what I could have lossibly done to deserve this but of course it was luck, pure luck, then I closed my eyes and jumped.

The next time I opened my eyes I was in the hospital in ICU (intensive care unit) and again there was no one by my side, actually to tell the truth being lonely wasnt the problem it was being harrased so I wasnt reslly suprised to see that the room was empty. A few minutes later a nurse came to check up on me so I took the oppertunity to ask about my situation, she then tolf me that I had been in a coma for 3 days now and that I have fractured my right leg and 4 ribs as well as broke my thumb on my left hand. I then asked her if anyone came but she said no then i sighed and thanked, her she then left.

The next day my parents all of a sudden came rushing in and started to be really worried but even a 4 year old would know that they were lying when they came the nurse was checking up on me so they asked her how I was pretending to be worried then as soon as the nurce left my parents left soon after.

My condition was getting worse day by day it made me wonder how long I would last then I started to wonder why im hated,why im like this, why am i in this situation, why do i live like this so many questions came in my head all with the word 'WHY'. I suddenly started to feel really weak I thought it was from all the thinking but no suddenly there were doctors rushing in my room and the life support system was slowing down amd my parents came in casually and stood at the back just staring at me with no expression at all, the they suddenly raised a board saying that my real parents went missing in an accident soon after I was born and that they were just taking care of me cause of pity. At that moment everything made sence why my pare... i mean my guardians if i can even call them that treated me that way. Then I slowly closed my eyes and went to what every one calles a 'better place', it is a better place.....right?