Everything in my life, from the moment I was born, has gone wrong. Every night when I was a kid, I would hear my parents fighting. I was always creating mischief at school, and the day I was excluded, my father was not all to pleased. I recieved the worst of all beatings. My mum, trying to defend me, was knocked out cold by a clean swing. I was scared. that night, I ran away. I packed a small bag with clothes, and collected all my money(even stealing some from my step-dad). From then, until I was about thirteen, I literally lived in a cardboard box. I was always wondering where my next meal would come from. Every once and awhile, there would be a nice person who would buy me a few meals, but no one would give me shelter. I was hopelessly alone. Then, one day, a lady came up to me and said,
"Hey, are you alright? Do you have a place to say?" I shook my head. i havent had a place to live in over two years.
"Well, why dont you come with me? Ill give you a place to stay for awhile." she smiled at me, and i smiled at her. I never wouldve thought that anyone would be so kind as to take me in.
"So, what your name son?" she asked me.
"My names Louis Tomlinson. And you?"
"Margaret Bantent. I really think youll like it here Louis." We pulled up to a large house. Margaret pulled out her keys and let me inside. Suddenly I saw a large man. He yelled at Margaret,
"Who is this? Why is he in our house?" he sounded angry. I heard Margaret explain the whole thing, and then a door slam. She came out looking concerned.
"Im afraid Mr.Bantent is all too happy with your arrival. Ill make him understand though. Dont you worry." she said, ruffling my hair. She brought me to a bed room, and told me to bathe. So I did. It was the first bath I had taken in two years, and it just felt so good. I walked out and on my bed was a nice pair of PJs, and a note that read,
'Louis,
I bought these for you while you were in the bath. I hope you like them. When youve dressed, come down. I want you to meet someone.
Once i was dressed, I walked down the stairs just as I was directed. Margaret was waiting for me on the couch. Sitting in the chair, was a man whom I did not recognize.
"Hi Louis! I would like you to meet Mr.Bantent." The man sat there with a scowl on his face. I sat down next to Margaret. Mr.Bantent didnt say much, but i could tell he didnt like me. i was enrolled in the school a few days later. I continued to get into mischief. Margaret helped me through it, but Mr.Bantent got angrier, and angrier every time. I lived through this for the next six years. The day i was suspended, was the worst day of my life. I was 17 years old. I came home early, with a note from the principal. I was to be suspended for a week. When he found out, he came charging into my room, and pulled me up by my collar. He hissed into my ear,
"Why you... how could you do something like that?" he threw me to my wall. The first punch was to my face, the next to my stomach. I was vaguely aware that he was punching me more and more. Then, I blacked out. The next morning i tried to sit up, but fell back in agony. How many times was he going to hit me? I saw Margaret stand up, and she handed me a pill and some water. With her help, I was finally able to sit up. She left me there, just sitting. The next day, I just couldnt take it anymore. I took a piece of paper, and wrote a note to Margaret. I packed the clothes she had given me, and slipped out the window. The note said,
'Dear Margaret,
Im so sorry, but I just cant take it anymore. Ive lived with it long enough, but i just can t take anymore of Mr.Bantents abuse. Im so sorry to leave so suddenly, but I think I can take care of myself now. I will miss you dearly, and I thank you for all you have done for me.
Louis'
That day, was the day i decided to create an art. Not on paper, not walls, on people. That day, was my 18th birthday.

Notes

Sorry, i know this chapter is a little short!