Hey guys, Jack here! This story has many dark themes and a many sad moments that'll give an array of feelings. However, I didn't write this story to ruin your day or make you cry. I wrote this to show that no matter what you're going through, there's always a way to fight back. That there is someone, somewhere who will want to help you even when you feel like you're all alone. 

I also want you to know that I don't think anybody would ignore a child limping to school or a child who recoils from the touch of an adult. No morally upright person would let a person with cuts on their arms at the young age of 12, get back into the car with their parents without saying something. I'm just using examples like these to show how it must feel, going out everyday with a smile when something is obviously very broken and very wrong.

Abuse is not a funny thing and I don't want to make a joke out of it. If you are being abused, please talk to someone, whether you want them to help or just want them to listen. Just talking to someone can drastically change the way they see the world and how they choose to live in it. 

Also, this is not meant to mess up whatever religion you have. I just wrote about God, angels, and heaven because that's the religion I was taught to believe. 

I hope this makes you smile, frown and go hug your parents extra tight. If you need to talk to someone, I'm always free to help you. If you have any questions, don't be afraid to ask. 

Have a wonderful day, my lovelies!