"You're worthless! Can't even remember to get me a Christmas gift! I was even going to get you something," I looked up at him longing to know what before he kicked me in the ribs. "Don't be stupid I was going to give you a spoonful of mashed potatoes. Nothing more." Oh how that would taste so sweet. But what I remember after that was black.

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The first I remember, I was three. I had drawn a picture of a Christmas tree without any present. I showed it to him, and he took it hard.

"Really I give you all these things and this is what you use it for?" That was one of the only times he left a visible mark. Right square across my face. I never really did art after that.

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I was trying to wake, but my mind kept telling me to rest.

"Look what I brought home. A gun! Maybe instead of trying to run off to your special prize school you'd stay for a while. Besides I'll be here all night," he came home drunk and with a gun. He sat next to the front door all night, and woke up screaming at me because I gave him a headache.

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"Huh, huh, huh, huh," I was just trying to breath again, normally. Just go back to sleep. Just go back to sleep. Just go back to sleep.

I didn't go back to sleep. Instead I went down stairs, and started to cook a small breakfast. Eggs, bacon, and waffles.

"What's that I smell?" Remus had made his way down the stairs to find food.

It disappeared faster then it appeared. Into the living room we went. I found quite a few chocolate frogs and sugar quills. Elizabeth managed to get a very beautiful dress for me. Fred got me a bracelet and matching ring. George had gotten me a few new books.

Soon the letters started to poor in, and I wrote back.

Later on we opened the presents from each other. He had gotten me all the clothes I liked from that store. I ended up getting him two suits and a few ties to go with the ice cream card.

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They come like rain all at once and in parts.