I woke up one day.
Another terrible day in my picture perfect home.
I couldn't seem to bear seeing my mom ever again. Or anyone.
Oh, by the way, I'm Cry baby. Strange name, I know. Well I think my Mother is expecting me to go downstairs. But I just don't ever want to see her again after what she did.
It all started about 1 year ago..
My mother woke one night to get something to eat/drink. She headed to our picture perfect kitchen in our picture perfect house. My Dad and some other girl, his secret girlfriend, were heading downstairs. My Mom, however, caught them together. Before I go on, let me say this, my Mother has anger issues and she loved my father very much so she wasn't too happy when she saw him with some other girl at 12:00am. I came downstairs, only to see my father and his girlfriend dead, covered in bloody bed sheets. My mother noticed I came in, and put me in a coma until the next day.
But let me tell you a bit about myself..
As I said before, I am Cry baby. I cry a lot. I live in a picture perfect home, with my brother, my terrible brother, horrible mom, and no longer with a dad.
(Does anyone get this story's reference besides Gabby?)
Another terrible day in my picture perfect home.
I couldn't seem to bear seeing my mom ever again. Or anyone.
Oh, by the way, I'm Cry baby. Strange name, I know. Well I think my Mother is expecting me to go downstairs. But I just don't ever want to see her again after what she did.
It all started about 1 year ago..
My mother woke one night to get something to eat/drink. She headed to our picture perfect kitchen in our picture perfect house. My Dad and some other girl, his secret girlfriend, were heading downstairs. My Mom, however, caught them together. Before I go on, let me say this, my Mother has anger issues and she loved my father very much so she wasn't too happy when she saw him with some other girl at 12:00am. I came downstairs, only to see my father and his girlfriend dead, covered in bloody bed sheets. My mother noticed I came in, and put me in a coma until the next day.
But let me tell you a bit about myself..
As I said before, I am Cry baby. I cry a lot. I live in a picture perfect home, with my brother, my terrible brother, horrible mom, and no longer with a dad.
(Does anyone get this story's reference besides Gabby?)
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