Four years ago my life was normal. My parents were happy, I had friends, and I was happy.
But then, my mother died because of me. Our car crashed against a truck that's carrying pipes. The brakes weren't working and the car went out of control. She had protected me with herself from being stabbed by the pipes. She died saving me.
That's where all the bad things happened one after another. My father was fired from his job, I got bullied everyday and eventually stopped going to school, and worst of all, my father started drinking. He started not to about me anymore. He doesn't recognize me as his son anymore. He'd beat me up whenever he's drunk or when he feels like it. When I leave the house, I just go to a playground and sit on a swing the whole day.
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But the guys who pick on me find me here eventually. Everyday, they would visit me here and insult my parents. I try to fight back but, I'm no good at fighting. When I get home, my father beats me up. After that, I'd just go upstairs to my bedroom and think about how screwed up my life was. Mom, if you were still alive, would life have been different?
I wake up, got dressed and left home. Tomorrow is special and sad. I guess I'll be alone again on my birthday.
