Your mum died when you were six and now your 17. Your dad beats you every day blaming it on you. Your whole body and soul is scared. Your torso is black and blue, lined with deep scars. Your neck has multiple hand prints. You have a black eye, a bruised jaw and a deep cut on your forehead that goes across your eye. Your friends find out about it one day when you’re wearing a hoodie in the summer. You have depression, smoke joints till you can’t see straight and drink till you forget your name.