Life at home was not fun. Mom and dad both hit me. My brother and sister were just fine. They got iPads for Christmas while I spent the day in the basement, though that was a daily experience. So basically they got to live a good life while I was abused and neglected.

"Your worthless, little shit!"

"Why can't you just die?!"

"I wish you were never born!"

"Your a waste of time!"

They would say.

The only thing I got to eat was the stuff I got at school.

My scars were hidden with makeup and bandages. No one really noticed, and if they did they didn't care .

I was only 12 years old.

It was the last day of school, and I wasn't excited. That means I would get less food. But today, I wasn't hit, punched or spit on. I even had breakfast! Something was gonna happen and not something good.

My last class was Science, so I headed there. Oh and did I mention I was bullied? On my way into the science lab, I bumped into some kids

"Hey watch it candy cane!"

People called me candy cane because of my scars.

"S-Sorry."

I walked over to my seat. There was a note on my desk. Uh

"Die ugly freak."

Not like I broke up in tears or anything, I was used to that stuff.

"From: Dylan."

He was in for a treat. After science I headed towards him.

"I saw what you left on my desk."

"Oh yea? What ya gonna do about it freak?"

I punched him in the balls.

He fell to the ground crying.

I ran out of there. After all, it was the last day of school.

"Hey get back here!" Called the principal.

I ran all the way home. I quietly put my stuff down and sat on the table waiting to get hit.

My father and mother walked in the room. They looked happy.

"Get in the car." My father said.

I slowly got up.

"And bring your stuff."

Where they gonna drop me off on the road?

I grabbed my stuffed and hopped in the car. My parents got in and drove off.

Where was Evan and Nicole?

We arrived at this place not too far from home.

"Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex."