I have been betrayed by every single person that I have ever cared about.

As a child, my much older neighbor friend, who protected me from bullies, molested me. In middle school, I stopped speaking, and because of that I was bullied and attacked often, many times with tools. The kids wanted me to talk, to scream, but I never did, even when they held me down and used pliers and scalpels on my chest and hands.

I learned to hate people.

In high school, the only friends I had, ended up being part of a cult, led by a brainwashing maniac that enjoyed violent combat within his ranks. We all fought like starving dogs. That man went to prison for r***** a child eventually.

My family has always been a complete train wreck. My mother is severely mentally ill, and treated all three children poorly. I call her the blind medusa privately, because she turned my whole family to stone, however is blind to her own reflection. My father has another life. And I have to protect that knowledge from her.

After many events, I finally lost my mind, and had to go into treatment. I just broke I suppose. When I finally felt strong enough to be human again, I began feeling emotion for the first time in my life on a normal, human, scale. I felt like I was finally coming out of a cold, dark shell or abyss. I graduated college, got a good job, and met a wonderful woman whom I fell in love with. I had never fallen in love before.

I don’t have very many friends at all, and it all started spiraling after my best friend shot himself in the head and burned down his home and belongings. I was one of the very last people to see him alive. I was still fighting the pain, when my girlfriend told me late one night, that she was leaving in the morning and moving to New York City, and didn’t want to be with me anymore. We had never had an argument, or had anything go wrong. We were passionate and happy. She broke my heart.

Now, this last week, I have discovered what a monster my family has become. My own sister betrayed me by feeding me to my mother, claiming that I think my mother is evil. My sister is using my name as the destruction of our family.

I have lost my best friend, my love, and my family all within two years. I don’t know why I bothered to find the strength to carry on from my childhood and learn to feel emotion, only to be thrown into the fires of evil. People must see a stone when they see me, and not a living thing.