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This heart began to break last month, when everything started to go bad. My mom and dad were fighting and are now getting a divorce. My sister went to college as soon as she got the money so she didn't have to deal with the fighting. She did try to take me with her, though, so I didn't have to deal with it either. And I wish she could've taken me, too. But my mom and dad didn't want me to leave them all alone. 1

And so here I stayed, in this shit-hole of a place, full of druggies, smokers, and alcoholics. I don't fit in with them, although I do admit that I have drank once. But not enough to be an alcoholic.2

Anyways, when my sister left, things got even worst. Hell. Broke. Loose.3

My father hit my mother, my mother hit back, and they just tumbled down from there.  My mom and dad didn't tell anyone though, because my dad swore to never hit my mom again. He never did. He just went out almost every night.4

And now, currently, I am 14, turning 15 in two weeks, and a junior in Highschool.5