Shattered

Mentally Insane

Prologue

Maybe I was insane. Maybe my parents were right. Maybe I did belong in a mental asylum. Maybe I was supposed to be dead. What if they didn't pump my stomach fast enough? What if I would've died? Would they be happy? Would they be happier if I told them that I did this because of them? What if Meadow found out what they did? What if she found out what I did to myself? She'd definitely break down, and maybe do the same thing I do. Why did I start this in the first place? Because of my Dad. He is part of why I do this. I've hated him since I was little. He was always violent towards me. Beat me, yelled at me and, did I mention, beat me? Tortured me, even. But my Mom didn't notice. She was busy drinking, smoking and having Meadow to notice the bruises and marks on me. My Dad always has hated me, for no reason. I try to be happy, but sometimes the only things that soothes me is a cold razor on my wrist.