Y/n= your name
F/c= favorite color
2F/c= second favorite color
L/n= last name
H/c= hair color
E/c= eye color

I will add more later

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Your Pov

I am in my room looking at myself in the mirror. I stare at the long scar I have. It runs from my shoulder all the way to the middle of my back. As I look at it I remember how I got it.

~Flashback~

I am eight years old. I hear yelling down stairs so I decide to go see who it is. I am not surprise when I see my mom and dad yelling again. They always do this. I hide at the top of the stairs. I see my mom crying and yelling. Then she walks out of the house and slams the door. I can tell my dad is furious. Then he turns around and sees me. I try to go back before he realizes that I heard them arguing but I trip and he get grabs me by the arm. He drags me all the way down the stairs. I don't do anything because I am scared to make him more angry. Once we get to the bottom, I notice the huge knife in his hand. I start to squirm but he covers my mouth with his hand. I try to scream but I can't.

"This is what you get because you are a mistake. You don't even deserve to be here. All you do is cause problems and now you are going to pay." He says this in a very angry tone.

Then he presses the tip of the knife on my shoulder. He pushes it a little deeper and tears start falling from my eyes. He starts to make a long cut along my back. I try to scream but it comes out muffled. I feel the blood dripping on my back. He doesn't stop until the cut is halfway down my back. Then he pushes me and I fall on the floor. I am paralyzed in pain. I am sobbing but he doesn't care. I hear footsteps heading down stairs. Then they stop.

"That is just the first part of your torture. You are not to tell anyone about this. Not even your mother. If you do, I will make sure you feel even worse pain than this."

With that he leaves and heads downstairs. I am left on the floor experiencing excruciating pain. I know that by feeling worse pain he means he's going to hurt Max. So I don't tell anyone of what he did.

~Flashback over~

I cry from the memories of my father. I look in the mirror and stare at the scar on my cheek. The memories begin to flood my mind.

~Flashback~

I am nine years old. I am in my room when I hear loud yelling coming from downstairs. This always happens. Then I hear something that worries me.

"Derek, put that down now."

At the sound of my mother being scared I rush down the stairs. I see my dad holding a knife and my mother backing away from him. He quickly stabs my mom right in the chest. I hear her scream in pain and then she falls to the floor. He doesn't stop there. He starts to continually stab her stomach. Then he kicks her limp body. He turns around and sees me. As he begins to walk over to me, I scream and Max runs down the stair confused.

"What's happening?"
"MAX RUN!!!"
"What?"

My father grabs him and I feel anger rise up in me.

"LET HIM GO. YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO HURT HIM. YOU ARE A MONSTER AND YOU DESERVE TO DIE. DON'T YOU DARE LAY A HAND ON HIM OR I WILL KILL YOU LIKE YOU KILLED MOM." I grab a knife from the kitchen and run towards him.

He is quick and kicks me to the floor. Then he cuts Max on the stomach and hits his head really hard. Max collapses on the floor. I get up and run towards my father. I cut his arm and his leg with my knife but he cuts my cheek and stabs my leg. Before I fall, I throw the knife and it stabs his shoulder. Just as I do that the cops come and knock down the door. They quickly arrest him and an ambulance comes. They take my mom, Max, and me. When the put me in the ambulance I start to cry. I tell the paramedics to help Max and to not let him die.

After that day, Max was put in an orphange. I went to live with one of my mom's friends. I told her that I appreciated that she took me in but I didn't want to live with her. She said that she will get me an apartment when I turned 12 and that I could work in her boutique until I had enough money to get my own home.

Once I was 14 I moved out. Now I am 16 and I live in a house by myself.

~Flashback over~

I collapse on my bed and start to sob because I feel like I failed Max. I left him by himself when he was 7 and he needed me the most. That was six years ago. Today is July 28th. Today is his 13th birthday and I am not there for him. I heard that he got adopted four years ago. I hope that he is okay and that his new family loves him. I would still be with him but my mom's friends said she couldn't the care of two kids.

I started to cry even harder. I wish I was still with him. I wish I stayed with him in the orphanage.

Eventually, I fall asleep. Worst part is that tomorrow is the first day of school.