Sorry... This might be a little lengthy.

Well, I've always been a part of a perfect family in my eyes. I had two loving parents and four siblings, two brothers and two sisters.

Thank God I always had a roof over my head and food on my plate. I'm the middle child so I always considered myself the 'Normal one'. Well not only me, my brothers as well. I had certain characteristics that made me a very good person.

Well, life was perfect for me. That was until one Thanksgiving that I, with my two eyes, saw that my mother was cheating on my father. I was completely devastated. My whole world fell apart. That perfect family, gone.

Soon my father was sent to jail for something he did not commit. I was then left to live with my cheating mother... My brothers were very affected as well. I couldn't even see my mom and see the same loving mother anymore.

Well a year passed, and I was still living under the same roof as my mom. I know what your thinking, well this happens all the time. Yeah I know that.

Either way, let me continue. One day I was on the computer playing games when someone came through the door. At first I was frightened, but quickly that fear was replaced with joy. Standing at the door was my loving father. I, as well with my other siblings, jumped into my dad's arms. Tears of joy trickled down my face.

My mom still had no knowledge of my father getting out of jail. I didn't mind. She was never home anyways. She was still with that sick bastard that tore my family apart. Little did I know that I would have to live under the same roof as that bastard.

A month or so later, my dad took my brothers to live with my uncle and I was left to live with my mom and her partner. He was a salvadoranian. I guess at first it was only the pain of him being the reason that my family broke that I didn't like him. Later I found a new reason to hate his guts. Several nights he would sneak into my room and watch me and my sister's sleep. At first I thought that I was just imagining it, but later I realized I was not. I tried consulting my mother but she did not believe me. She thought that I made everything up just because I didn't like him.

After that, I never left my guard down. I would leave to school restlessly and always get through the day. I did this for my sisters, not me. They were all I had left. I didn't see my brothers or my mother. Just that sick bastard. Soon I felt this overwhelming kind of pain that I began to tear my skin apart to feel a relieving sensation. I guess only people who feel these emotions and do this can understand.

Later, my mom was being abused by the man I hold responsible for ruining my family. He would also get drunk when ever he had the chance. Soon enough, I called the cops. He was taken away, but obviously not without some words of hatred. Honestly I didn't mind.

That's when me and my mom began to communicate again. Those times were short lived because another asshole came into my life.

He began to be an ass to me and my sisters when my mom was not looking. Man did I hate that guy. Luckily, my father won the custody of me and one of my sisters. I was reunited with my dad and brothers once more. It was somewhat complicated but I knew that as soon as I made this change, it would go better from there. I was right. I feel a lot better, I still harm myself in some ways but I'm doing better. The only thing is that now it is hard for me to trust.