-Max pov-
For those of you who say you have a hard life think again. Oh no did mommy and daddy go away, did your boyfriend breakup with you, are you so lost and nobody understands you. Too bad. My life is hard, don't believe me read on you poor thing. It sophomore year, my dad and mom had been fighting when I came home from school, my dad in a drunken rage killed my mother and nearly killed me. I was in a coma for a month only to wake up to find out my dad was the reason I was in the hospital in the first place. My mother the woman I loved more than anything was dead and I didn't go to her funeral never got to say goodbye. Yet this isn't the worse part oh no this is minor because I have such great luck my father was in jail for only a few months for assaulting a police officer for the the death of my mother. " tell them what happened" your saying. well I did and now I take pills or more like throw pill in the trash each day for being crazy and depressed, since my mother was attacked by a gang and so was I. NOT ! I know what really happened. He stabbed her repeatedly. pummeled her with his fist, beat her head into a wall meanwhile I was forced to watch in horror. But heres where things get interesting...
to be continued.