When I was born, my dad was already gone. I was always told that he'd left me but part of me always wondered whether he was actually dead. I never saw him, but the absence did take its toll on me.

Already, my life started off shitty. My mother was a drug addict. So when she was home, she never paid much attention to me. At least she fed me.

As I grew up, though, she started to give me more attention. At first, I was happy about it. I saw it as a new start. But, soon she started forcing me to do the drugs as well. They made me dizzy, and most of them made me see things that weren't there.

It wasn't often yet, but it was enough to mentally damage me.

Soon, I was going to school. Already, people decided that they hated me. I was pushed around a lot and bullied. At first, I had no friends at all. But then I met the one girl who I've always loved. Her name was Summer. She was as awkward around people as I was, and we grew up together. We became best friends, and she came to my house a lot.

And sure enough, when she did, my mother would come around and actually be nice for a change. She stopped drugging me for a while after I met Summer. It all seemed to turn around. Sure there were still rough times with my mother or bullies, but she seemed to make the light in my life shine.

Then it all turned around again. Even as Summer's visits were more frequent, my mother got worse again. She'd gotten back into the drug habit, and some days I wouldn't be able to even go to school because my mother would drug me.

She constantly told me that I was an accident and that I should have been aborted when she had the chance. She also warned me that if I ever told Summer or anyone about what she did, she'd kill me.

So I never told a soul about it. Even as my health kept getting worse and I missed more of school. By then, I was in high school.

The bullies got worse than ever. And soon, they'd found where I lived. Every day, when I was walking to school before I'd meet up with Summer, they'd jump me. Some days were worse than others, but I usually ended up with at least a bloody nose.

I was too scared to tell anyone except for Summer. She showed me a different route to school, but my attackers found that out too.

They were relentless.

Honestly, I didn't think it could get much worse.

Until Summer had to move away.

That's when It got worse. The bullies became even more relentless, and so did my mother, until eventually I was hospitalized.

However, it wasn't the abuse from others that did it, but more of when I attempted suicide. I'd finally had enough.

I had to stay there for two weeks.
Eventually, though, I met up with Summer again. I never told her about what had happened when she was gone, because I was afraid that she'd blame herself, so I kept it to myself.

Well, eventually, my mother got caught and taken to prison, and my friendly neighbor offered to take care of me. And, well, my life got better. At one point, I asked Summer out.

No, I can't lie like that.

We were just talking to each other, having a conversation, when we both confessed our feelings for each other. Then we were dating.

From there, everything was better.