14 years ago, I was born. A beautiful baby, I'd say. I had dark blonde hair a deep blue eyes, with a small tint of green. That day was the reason I only have a father. As my mother was giving birth, she started dying. Right after her final push to get me into the world, her heart failed to continue pumping. Life faded from her as life glowed into me. That was the day a psycho was born.
As i grew older, so did the violence from my dad. Once i turned 5 he started giving me "birthday spankings". They hurt like hell and he used a metal spoon each time. For my 5th birthday, i got my birthday spankings and an unlit birthday candle in the shape of a 5. You know what else? He gave me a lighter to light the candle once i could buy myself a birthday …Read more >