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     Chris woke up days later to his parents fighting. Chris tried to force himself back to sleep but he couldn't. He was awake and now had to face his reality. He painfully made his way out of bed and walked to the bathroom. He brushed his teeth and took a shower, the same routine, the same blood. Different scars. New ones, deeper cuts and darker bruises. He took long in the shower, he didn't care that day. He got out and dried himself up and walked to his room. He put on some clothes, it hurt too much to bend over and put on socks, his back was killing him. He walked into the kitchen and poured himself some cereal, ignoring his parents, who now had taken notice of him. He ate his breakfast calmly, not caring that his father was asking him a million questions. He didn't stop eating when his father smacked him in the back of his head. He didn't cry when his father took the cereal bowl and threw it onto the floor and when he slapped the spoon out of his hands. Chris looked at his father directly in the eyes, there was nothing in him anymore. Chris was just as dead as the baby his mother had just aborted that day. He had heard her crying about it as he ate, that was why they argued. Chris felt nothing at all when his father simply threw him against the floor. Yari as always did nothing and continued to fight with him. Chris slowly got up and walked to the bathroom. He grabbed his father's shaving blade and he walked over to where his parents fought. They stopped and looked at him.

     "Stop fighting...I'll make it better.", he said softly and without a thought to it, he pressed the blade into his wrists, just like he saw Mommy do so many times. He felt himself weaken and he dropped to the ground. His mother screamed and his father started cursing, running to grab the keys. Chris smiled and as his mother held him close and asked him why he remembered only saying, "For you. You wanted me dead right?"

     White lights and men talking in big words, needles entering his arms, Chris hearing his name being called over and over. He opened his eyes. This wasn't hell. This wasn't heaven. Where was he?

     "Christopher Torres? Can you understand me?"

     Chris nodded.

     "Do you know where you are?"

     He shook his head and squinted as the light was focused on him.

     "You're in the hospital son..."

     Chris nodded and started to cry. It didn't work. He wanted to die. No one wanted him anyway. Chris felt himself be lifted and placed on another bed and sent to another room. There was someone else in the same room as him but Chris didn't care. He closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep when his parents walked in.

     "Oh Chris...", he heard Yari say."I'm so sorry..". Chris knew she was lying. She never meant it. He waited until he heard his father tell her they had to go. He didn't want to be around when the cops and psychologists showed up. He knew they would.

     "Your dad hurts you too doesn't he?",Chris heard someone say.

     "Yes....Why?"

     "That's why I'm here...My name's Lucas."

     "Chris...My name's Chris."

     Chris smiled.

     "Hey Chris?"

     "Yes?"

     "Do you think we could be friends?"

     "Ok..."

     "Cool.."

     They both smiled. Finally someone who could understand. Someone to talk about their pain. A friend.

hope you guys like it so far....i hope you don't think it's rushed. this is only his childhood. more details of this time period in his life will be mentioned when he gets older...lol God Bless!!!!!