Because people don't read the description. This Is A Slow Burn! I can't say it enough. Seriously. It means that you won't date Ink asap. You will go through many real life scenarios until you date ink. Meaning you will date a few people before ink. It will take a bit to date ink. 
Warning. There are suicidal thoughts there is abuse and other things. enjoy!

Hi... I'm (Y/N), I'm currently 17 years old and living with my abusive father. My mother died 3 years ago. But I didn't care. She was just like my damn father. Abusive. They didn't care about me. They told me things over and over till it drilled into me. Causing me to think that no one cared. I cut myself... a lot actually. Yes. Abused and suicidal, great combination don't you think? I got home earlier than usual today. The school had a fire. Thank god, I got to skip a test I never studied for. I got home and knew father was going to be home soon so I cooked one of his favorite meals. A steak and mashed potatoes. You must be thinking 'why are you being so nice to him?' I'm not. I just don't feel like being abused as much today. Maybe he will go easy and not come home drunk. He usually isn't drunk when he abuses me. But when he does. It's only worse. I shake the thought out of my head and finish cooking the meal. I soon finish putting the steak on a plate with some green beans and water setting it on the table. As soon as I did my father came from the door. He walked to me, slapping me hard before sitting down and eating. I held my cheek and went to the kitchen. I started to clean the kitchen not to make him anymore mad. "H-how was your day?" I asked. "Shitty" He answers between mouthfuls. Not bothering to chew with his mouth closed. I nod a bit and continue to clean the kitchen. Cringing about how he ate. He always said his day was like that. But I didn't care how he felt. I only wanted to not be killed. I know right. Ironic. I'm being abused and cutting myself and yet I don't want to die. I'm not sure why. It urges me not to. I'm not sure anymore. I'm a weird, stupid idiot. I am but I ignore it. I finished the kitchen. I went to clean the other part of the house when I walked by my father. He grabbed me by the collarbone and threw me against the wall. I groan in both pain and frustration. "Shut up you bitch." He said. I was silent. I hadn't said a word but he told me to be quiet. I didn't say a word. He kicked me over and over in the chest. I soon hear a sickening crack in my ribs. I yelp and cry out in pain. Curling up "stop! Please" I said. Only to be kicked in the head and passed out. I later woke up, still on the floor. Blood coming from my head. I look around and sigh in relief that my father didn't rape me. I wince in pain and see my shirt and skull soaked in blood. I feel... sick. I do not feel well at all. I shakily stand up and grab a Chair for support. I limp and whimper at the pain as I head towards my room. I open the door and close it behind me. I collapse on the floor after locking my door. I cry out as I landed on a broken rib. I cry loudly. Maybe the neighbors will hear this cry out and scream. But I doubt it. They never did. No one got the signs I needed help. Even if I come to school with a black eye or a knife cut on my cheek from my father... not even the school cared. Well... I guess this world was not for me. And yet I still deal with all the problems the world throws at me.

I am redoing this book because it sucked XD so. Here the new edit