*Phil's POV*

Isn't it funny how I try to make others happy. To try to take care of others but they don't seem to care about me. I was diagnosed with depression right before I turned 7. I am taking Antidepressants. I have told people about what my "dad" does. I have gone to multiple counselors and had to talk to police and a bunch of people. 

I know they don't really believe me. I had to start seeing him at visits and people had to watch s. I started the visits last year. I hate them so much. I hope they end soon. Mom has been smoking for a few years and she is getting more angry and paranoid recently. She won't let me get up from where I sleep until she is up, or I get in trouble. We can't go outside either. My sister has been being violent a lot too. She has hurt my mom and chases up to hide in the garage by the truck so she couldn't find us. 

A couple years ago, the boogey man (As I call my "dad") came and he started fighting with my sister and my mom. He threw the recliner on my sister and my mom had to help get it off. I was sitting on the stairs leading to the down stairs and I was watching everything unfold.  I couldn't do anything considering I was 5. My older sister ran past me and so did my mom. I ran after them up the stairs and I ran into the kitchen and my older sister was slitting her risks in the kitchen with a knife and blood was everywhere. She still has the scars. 

The boogey man had threatened to kill me or my mom if I didn't do as he said. I didn't want that to happen so I did whatever he wanted.

I have had to see counselors for awhile now. They are really scary. I hate life, but I am trying to make it through it. I hope life gets better. I know others have it worst and it scares me and makes me sad.