My life was really happy, that was until my dad died and my mother met her boyfriend, Alfred. Ever since I was 5 years old, he would beat me senseless and my mother was either too drunk or too stoned to care! Other times she would join in and the next day, I'd have to explain my bruises to the teachers, by saying I fell down the stairs or I was mugged or something like that. School was just as bad as home! I was a friendless nobody, I would get constant beatings from this guy called Larry Pearsil. God I hate that bastard! He'd push me into lockers, pin me to the ground and punch my face 'til I was knocked out. All of that was combined with me slashing my wrists in the boys toilets or at home in my room. My life couldn't get any fucking worse! If it did, I might as well be in fucking hell!!!

Angelo's POV

Awww, poor guy he's so... I mean, yeah so what, he'll be dead either way. Besides, glad that isn't me, right? Oh, who am I kidding, I'm getting soft with age. Oh, wait, I'm only freaking 12! Silly, silly me.

Notes

Sorry it's short, I couldn't think of anything else. Please comment, my lovelies! Next chapter is going in the oven right now! :) x