Hey Campus! Just doing what Iove! Hope you like the story! :-D -Kyrra- _________________________________ When I was born I was thought as a terrible mistake to everyone. My mother was a drug addict, you know went to clubs, got drunk, left me in the house alone every night when I was only 3-4 months old. And each night she'd go out she'd return with another drunkard boyfriend. They'd lock me in the wardrobe with a dummy and an apple, and then do their thing. Every day it happened and I could do nothing to stop it. She'd get into terrible fights and things, come back home with a new found ogre, and start throwing me around the room like a ball. At the wall, out the bedroom window and into cupboards. When I had turned 1 year old, it happened a lot more. Eventually, the neighbours suspected things. Then bad things started to happen...