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when i was two my mom died and my dad got into drugs and meet a girl and they did drugs together and i was their anger release they would hit me with what ever they could find, usualy a back scratcher, and wouldnt stop till it broke. at nite i wasnt allowed to sleep or i would be hit more... in the morning it would be "do you love me".... yes "say it" i love you"who"i love you.... mom.... then she would stab me, and she woul make up games to tourture me.... she would stand me in a corner for houres untill she thought of a new game.... once when i cried she stabed me in the foot till i stoped, and well thats enough for now.... that feeling of cold and lonleyness is back i am going to be accepted back into the painfull darkness