2. The Parent
I was 13 years old. My parents were divorced, and my dad was an alcoholic. I remember when he used to come into my room at night after being at the bar. The brutal beatings he gave me, he was the reason that I had to explain my countless bruises on my body.
I had just moved to my new school and I didn't quite... Fit in. When I was angry I escaped the world by trapping myself inside music. Listening to how easy some people have it just makes me sick to my stomach. So I listened to music that would help tune the world out. Like Heavy Metal, I don't listen to rap unless my brother is playing It in the car. My dad was arrested on on my birthday 10/20/15... I guess that's a happy birthday to me.