in the summer of 7th grade i was really depressed with myself and life in general. about two months beforehand i was raped by my ex boyfriend and nobody believed me because ive cut myself in the past, and my sister and my friends thought i just wanted attention. things got even worse for me when my mom cheated on my dad. i knew that my dad was not taking it well when his screaming woke me up in the middle of the night. the bathroom door was locked and all i remember thinking was “he’s really going to kill himself.” after all that me and him had a better relationship because i grew to really hate my mom because of the way she was and how she hurt people. my dad hasn’t been the same since. so, i started cutting myself again. legs, arms, stomach, basically anywhere i could cover up. a few days later me and my parents got into an argument about my grades being so low and so my dad got out the belt and started whooping me. after he did this i felt really, i mean REALLY suicidal, and i got out the knife from underneath my bed and started cutting my scabs again. my dad and my mom walked in on me and my dad pulls out his belt again and just starts hitting me wherever he could. he took both his hands and cuffed them in my hair and started pulling it and screaming at me. my mom had to pull him off me to stop. they sent me to a mental institution and told my whole family. nobody looks at me the same anymore. it’s been a few years and i have nobody to talk to. i want to start cutting again because i don’t see a point to life anymore.