wow... that was great. sounds like my life and what id like to do...

whoa. sounds exactly like my dad whenever he comes home. i almost cried becuase of the similiarties. amazing piece.

This story reminds me of my past, my dad beating my mom, getting drunk, not seeing him for years, the same thing happening over and over again. My mom working late, no Friends to talk to about what i feel, tring to get good grades, take care of my sister and brother. Cring burns my eyes and i had a mean babysitter who locked me in a bathroom and put her sweat in my mouth. Being tourchered. Hurt . and having no one to talk to. Needles became my friend on my arm. Then razors, i found became a friend on my wrist. Slowly working its way up my arm for almost 2 years. Creating pictures with blood drips on them. I'm a wounderful artist they say and i am.No one ever asks about my home life and what i feel inside. im to scared to talk to anyone. My dad is not dead but i miss him. At least he said good-bye on the nite he had too much to drink. Thank You.

i really liked that... xx

this is absolutly bueatiful yet sad. its so true too

This is very well written, I could feel my heart beating in my chest.

i really thought your dtory was powerfull it remindes me of mt life.

nice...really spoke to me. To the author: you really have alot of talent.. great story and insight!

Wow is all i can say. . . .