Okay, so this is my first angst story, and is rated T for self-harm. There will be Channy, I promise! And don't let anything stop you from reviewing! Keep reviewing!

Chapter 1

Sonny POV

I watched as the knife cut through my wrist, just watched, as my life spilled out. And I knew that I couldn't stop it. It would go where it wanted to go, and it wouldn't ask me what I wanted.

Did I want my dad to abuse me? No. The answer was simple. The outcome wasn't. Ever since I was little, my dad would come home late at night, and I grew up faster than every one else. Because my dad made me. Because I had to. And, like everything else, I had no say. Just as I watched now, I would watch as the blood trickled over my skin, seeing the rich color expose me. Because I knew, even then, that I wasn't like other girls. My mom would say I was different, but I knew that wasn't true. I was cursed. Because I God made me suffer.

And nothing could stop that. I had to deal with it. Because I had to.

So, what do you think? Good? Bad? Sorry it's short, but I had to make a prologue. Hoped you liked it! Keep reviewing!