My life, as you can say is a living hell. When I was born my parents of course loved me, ‘till I turned six. They worked in one of the largest companies in the world, and because of this, they were never home. I lived with my aunt Lily and her boyfriend Max for most of my childhood, and don't get me wrong, I loved her and she loved me, but I always thought of her as my real mother when she wasn't. My relationship with my real parents though, got worse over the years. Soon it was Lily calling me down and me silently cursing my parents as I came down. Every year it was the usual Oh my gosh it feels like I only left for a day! You got so big! or I "love" you so much! Yeah, even a blind person can see how "real" their "love" is. Honestly though, the only thing holding this family together is my "parents" work. The nights my mom and dad do come home I can always hear them fighting over the stupidest of things. One time when I was eight I heard one of their fights. I crept down the stairs and saw my dad holding a beer bottle my mother with a kitchen knife and aunt Lily in the middle of them trying to stop the fight. I went to the edge of the living room on my dads side, and I guess he didn’t hear me, and swung the beer bottle out wide. It hit me in the eye and I fell halfway unconscious. Next thing I knew I was in a hospital half blind in one eye and since it was an "accident" no charges were put on him! I had both green eyes but after that "accident" my left eye has a slight tint of blue. That day has never really left me. Now it's one of the main reasons I hate my mom and my dad. Now that I'm 17 the only thing keeping me from dying is Lily and my job.