Harry

I gazed at the night sky, watching the star's sparkling before my eye's, I was laying in the grass, waiting for the comet's to arrive.

Star gazing, I always used to love it when I was younger, I grew out of it but gazing at the star's usually reminded me of my childhood before my life seemed to have turned upside down.

My mother hardly talked around me anymore, she seemed to think of me as some kind of bomb that would explode.

My stepfather treated me even more like dirt on the ground, he told me I was a freak and I shouldn't be trusted and if I irritated him, he would do worse things that calling me names.

My life used to be perfect, we were rich, we had a big house, we never had to worry about money, I could buy nice expensive things and we would go on all sorts of posh, hot, holidays,
this all changed on my 13th birthday when my mother met Steve.

I hated him.

I knew he wasn't what he seemed ever since I saw him, I don't know why but I just got this bad feeling off of him.

I feared him.

2 Days after my Birthday, he went to talk to my mum, they talked in private, for what seems like hours but when they came out, my mum was never the same. She just treated me like I was some kind of thing.

She never showed me any affection any more, no I love you's or be careful, she just let me do what I wanted, we never even talked anymore. At first I liked it a lot, I could do whatever I wanted, but that dream started to fade when I realised she payed me no attention at all, I had to cook for myself, buy things myself, wash up and clean my clothes.

It was like living on my own, only with a walking zombie as a mother.

If I asked her stuff, she just ignored me and it hurt me inside.

Had I done something wrong?

If I had I'd do anything to correct it! All I wanted was her to talk to me again, hell even yelling at me would be fine by me.

Steve bullied me about it often.

"She finally saw my way of thinking, saw she didn't need a son, didn't want one, who would be bothered with you anymore? You're useless, good for nothing".
I tried to ignore him, I really did, the thing that hurt the most was when he beat me, when mum was watching...and she did nothing, she watched it happen not batting an eye lid.

So I lay here watching the star's, I felt tears on my cheeks, realising I had been crying, I slowly manage to stop the tear's from coming, it was easy enough due to the fact, I'd been managing to do it in the last 7 miserable months of my life.

Somehow I knew all this was Steve's fault, after his talk with mum, that's when all this started, I hated everything about him.

I've been to 11 school's over my life, some I was kicked out of, which I take full credit for.
Other's we moved from, I'm not sure why, it was all Steve's idea and when he said move, we moved, we'd been moving to different school's and houses every month, the mansion we used to live in was no more.

Instead we lived in small dirty flats and cramped space's.

I hated it here, I hated Steve, I hated the flat, I hated my mum for even meeting Steve, at time's I was sure he wasn't human, no human could be that evil like he was.

He even disappeared loads, always out on business, which was lucky so I could try and snap my mum out of her weird trance, it never happened but I had to try.

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