Watching My Family From The Grave
Language: en
It started with a birthday gift. I bought one for a female classmate, but not for my sister. My parents decided I was "abnormal." They called it a deviation. To fix me, they sent me away to Serenity Ridge Academy, a therapeutic boarding school designed to cure "behavioral anomalies" and "difficult cases." In the first year, I lost a pinky finger because I couldn't tie my shoes fast enough. I had no one to tell. In the second year, my stomach swelled with a child that never came to be, and then went flat again. In the third year, when my mind finally shattered and I could no longer feel…