Chapter 1: The Haunted Memory

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Two years ago

"Disgraceful," my father said, lifting the kitchen knife to strike me once more. As if I weren't wounded enough. Large gashes covered my weak body. I could barely move. I was completely helpless.

"I refuse to raise a fag," my father spat, swinging the knife and lodging it into my stomach. I whimpered in pain as darkness shrouded my vision. I was unable to move or call for help. The last thing I saw before blacking out was my drunken father with an evil grin on his face.

A/N: Sorry this chapter is so short, I couldn't think of what to write.

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