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"I can't believe him!" I shouted. "No one knows what we go through. Except one person. My best friend, back when I used to live with my father. His name was Dan (ooc: :P). He understood what I went through, although he had no clue what it was like. He would kiss the gashes and he would give me ace bandages to cover the wounds. He even threatened to report my father to the cops. But now, he is gone. Why can't anyone understand?" I shouted at the air. I lifted up my shirt just enough to look at the bottom of the scar. It was shining brighter than ever. A warning that the same thing that happened to me my entire life would never stop. Misery would never stop.