• OK, before I start, I just want everyone to know that the stuff in the parentheses, which are these: ( ) , are to explain what I think you should know. Oh, and also. This is a PROLOGUE!!!!!!

    "The scars on my face and body.... Was it abuse? Or was it neglect? Or was it just plain old punishment?" I glanced up at my therapist. He nodded at me as to gesture that I was able to continue. "If it was punishment, what was it for? What had I done to get such a horrible punishment?" I stopped and sat up from the chair. "Maybe..... Just maybe...... I was a mistake. And that I shouldn't have been born. Then again, they would've....." My voice trailed off at the end.
    They would've..... gotten..... an..... I thought. 'No, stop it! Don't think about it! Besides your alive! Only scars are left! They would've just gotten an abortion by the time they found out about you!' I said to myself.
    Just when I was about to tell my therapist more, he came through the door. His name was Brendan (I just put the first name that was on my mind! If this is your name, then sry O_o...). He was 6'2. He had blonde hair that went up to his chin. Had baby-blue eyes and there was only one word that could describe him. I think anyone would know what it was.
    I knew Brendan since we were just 4 years old. We've been best friends ever since and well, he was always there for me.(I have a friend like this so I just thought it would be fun to add his personality in here). He looked over at me and smiled. "I'll take it from here." He said to the therapist.
    I looked at the therapist as he got up and left. Brendan sat down and asked," So what's the matter this time?" I stared at him and said," I just remembered something about my past about how I got my scars." He smiled. "Oh, is that so? Well, may I hear your story? Considering I have known you my whole life, or just about, and you haven't told me any of it?"
    I looked at him and smiled. "Well, I just remembered it now. And well, I'll tell you."

    TO BE CONTINUED!!!!