Hii guys Bauer05 here, thanks for the reviews and since a few of you decided that this should be a fic I decided to make it one. However it does get very dark and possibly quite scary (it will do in later chapters) so be warned :)

It all started when I was 10 years old- a four years before I moved to Seaford. One day when I got back from school the house had seemed to be empty. I walked up the wooden stairs and down the hallway to see if anyone was home. The door was unlocked so someone should be. I opened the very last door at the end. It reeked of cigarettes and beer.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN HERE YOU GOOD FOR NOTHING RUNT!"

The way she looked at me scared me. She was always a happy woman who said that she loved me and cared for me. How could she- my own mother call me a runt.

"Mom what's going on?" I was shaking and I was sure she could tell.

"WHY DON'T YOU JUST GO ON AND LEAVE LIKE YOUR FATHER DID, YOU ARE NOTHING BUT A BURDEN WHO RUINED MY WHOLE LIFE, I NEVER EVEN WANTED YOU, I'M GOING TO MAKE YOUR LIFE A LIVING HELL UNTIL YOU LEAVE!"

Then it hit me. Smack bang in the middle of my chest. All this time they- she told me that she loved me it was just a bunch of horrid rotten lies.

I changed after that. My grades slipped and I had flunked every class in school. I tried stay away from home as long as I could but in the end I would always come back. When I came back the abuse would happen. Not physical but emotional. "RUNT" "WEAKLING" "MISTAKE". The words would cut into my skin like a knife and with every word the cut got deeper until finally I pretty just became lifeless like a zombie.

My life changed when 6 months later when social services came and took me away. They claimed she was an unfit mum. I was glad to finally leave that place. What came next though was just as bad.

I was sent to Parks All Boys Orphanage (A/N just made that place up). I was teased, bullied and physically abused by everyone there. I got so depressed that I'd tried to kill myself. The idea seemed good at the time, I was unlucky though because they had found me 'just in time'.

The doctors diagnosed me with severe depression and put me on anti-depressant pills. I had to stay in a mental hospital. People thought I was crazy. At night I saw things, things that weren't really there. Voices in my head kept telling me to kill myself and hurt people. I didn't mean to do any of it though. The doctors diagnosed me with Schizophrenia. I was crazy.

One doctor helped me, his name was Dr Harris, but I call him Dad now. He helped me through everything until finally he adopted me. When I asked him why he'd adopted me, a depressed schizophrenic teenager, out of all people he told me, because I believe the only way to help you is to have someone let you know that you are loved.

2 weeks later we moved to Seaford. I tried as hard as I could to leave the past behind but the voices would still be there.