You were eight years old. You lived with your two fathers, Miguel and Nathan, and your older brother, Cory, who was sixteen. They were all the best, and sometimes nice. They were just really strict… Sometimes arguments would occur and your brother would be rude a lot… but he was nice sometimes. You’ve been going through things… you’ve been getting bullied for having two dads.. which made no sense..

One morning you woke up, you were very tired since it was 5 am, but that didn’t matter. You didn’t want to go to school… it was too upsetting and stressful, so you decided to do the unthinkable.

You went into the kitchen, grabbing a small knife and harming yourself with it. You stood in the kitchen with tears in your eyes as you did so. It was not one of your best decisions, but it felt so good… but you also knew you’d be in major trouble…