Whose fault is it that I don't know what it's like to be treated right?
You are my parents! You are supposed to teach me right from wrong! Good from bad! So when I find my mum crying on the floor of my bedroom because you've been fighting, when I need to clean up my little sisters vomit because I'm too scared to tell you, when mum packs us up in the car and takes us for a drive because she's frightened of you coming to our house!
Whose fault is it that I don't know what it's like to be treated right?
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Falling Inside the Black
Short StoryShort stories about the things that go in inside my head and how I think. This is really just me venting my emotions so some of it might not make sence and be dark and morbid but some times there will be a few good times in here.
