Tenshi: Ok, so here's the story. I read this one coment on youtube, and I got curious. So,I started doing some reserch. And by the end, I realised that, some people go through some really hard times, and maybe even some of us, you, here on fanfiction. I can't know what the person Ijust shared some PM's with is really going through. So, I decided to write this story, for everyone out there who feels sad, who went through some traumatic incidents, or just feels alone. So you all know that, you're not alone. Even if it may seem like you are, you have to remember the people who went through the same things, and learn from them, and also remember that there are a lot of people who still care about you. If there's noone in your friends and your family, that there's always still us, online friends,and fanfiction passionates, and though we may not be there to hold your hand, at least we always suport you, and you know you're never alone.

So in this story, I tried to get as manny typesof problems as possible. It's pretty much a worst case scenario, and even if it's not as bad as this, whatever problems you have in your life, always rememeber that no matter what, you're never alone.

This storry is a dediaction to allof you, fanfiction writers, readers, and social outcasts out there *smiles*

Hello, to anyone who may be reading this diary of mine. My name is Marik Ishtar. I lived... let's say not the most pleasant life. So I am now writing my experiences down, for you all tortured souls out there to learn from my past, and remember to NEVER lose hope.

My mother died giving birth to me, and my father and sister soon followed her, when I was only five. When I was adopted, the man turned out to be a pedophile, who abused me mentally, phisically and sexualy till I was eight. When he was discovered, I was released, and the man locked up, but the damage was already done. The sort of things he did to me didn't just go away. And people like to say that, time heals all wounds. But I know better, because there are always those wounds that leave big scars behind. Time merely helps to cover them up, and push the pain and memories down deep, but they will always be there. You can't just forget such things. You can only leave them behind, and try to move forward, keeping the scars there, and using them to become even stronger, because there's just too much that time, can not erase.

And fate didn't really help me move on, either. My foster parents always tried to ignore what happened to me, probably thinking that, that way, it will be like nothing did happen. But it'snot like that. Ignoring it can only make a wound worse, let it get infected and develop even further until it can be saved no more.

All throughout elementary school I was bullied by others who had the feeling that, just because they were stronger, it made it Ok to hurt others. By the time I was 10, so much had piled up, I just didn't know what to do any longer. I had no friends whatsoever, my so-called-family didn't give a crap about me, even started hitting me, and all the pain I went through was slowly destroying me.

And that's when I discovered cutting, and how some people did it to forget their own problems.

My name is Marik Ishtar, I am an ex cutter, and this is my story...

Tenshi: Well, that's the prlogue. I hope you all liked it, and trust me,it's gonna get better. I did a lot of studying on this, and I am gonna do my best to get into his character and his mentality. Just wait till the next chapter, which should be up in a few hours. If not, then one day, tops :D