Chapter Eighteen.

That was the beginning of the end, I remember I blacked out from having a panic attack only to wake up in hell, which I was wasn't always far away from and now the memories always do well to hunt me sometimes. I had scary nightmares,images and sceneries would keep playing in my head. I remember when I was taken away he seemed all nice at first acting like a saviour,introduced me to his family and made me think I was part of them till he couldn't keep up with the pretense anymore,he started abusing me regularly and told me that it meant nothing,it was a normal reciprocation of caring for someone who he loves as family. But it felt more than that I knew he meant more and wasn't going to end anytime soon, I didn't have a choice but to continue living with it. I had no one to talk to or anyone who could see things from my own perspective,that's when my depression, sleepless nights, and suddenly bipolar acts started.