I slowly ran my finger down my bruised arm and legs. The pain I felt psychically, was

nothing compared to the burning pain I felt emotionally.

Tears of pain, and sorrow slowly fell from my eyes 

onto my slashed cheek. I wiped them away and laughed.

Not the type of laugh you'd laugh if

you've heard or seen something hilarious.

 It was the type of laugh that showed insanity.

Every part of me that was still sane was completely gone.

I had gone completely insane, and my parents were the only

ones left to blame.