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Hi. My name's Corin. Corin Finn. I'm 16. I have straight black hair, grey eyes and a black personality. For 6 years now I've been locked away in my house, mostly my bedroom. I don't go to school, I'm home schooled. I've lost all my friends, they've moved on since Year 6. Why? My parents..
My mother, she's slightly insane but can sometimes be nice. Once when I was in Year 6, she screamed at my teacher saying that I don't deserve this crap education and I don't need to learn these things because I'm smarter than all of this. She's so wrong in many ways. So instead of school, she's gotten me a special home-school teacher who teaches me the most complicated stuff that I don't understand one bit. It's like my mother doesn't even know who I am! I was born with dyslexia and she's seem to have forgotten that or she's just ignoring the truth! However, she does make me her home made cookies that make me slightly cheered up after ever miserable day.
My father, he's cruel. He threatened to hit me if I didn't get my education together. No wonder he says them things, he's a drunk. Most of the time he's down at the pub, betting and drinking every night with his brutal mates. You always want to get to bed before he gets back, otherwise you'll be dead...
When I was 10, I used to have bright, curly, blonde hair. My eyes used to be a bright blue and my personality was bright too. Then that all changed when my parents got to their mental stage in Year 6. During the middle of Year 6, I dyed my hair black and I put contact lenses in my eyes to make them look grey. From then on, my personality changed and changed into a heartless, depressed, young girl. All thanks to my parents..they made me this way. When my mum found out I dyed my hair, she freaked and locked me in my bedroom for being a 'bad and naughty girl'.
Then, in Year 8, things got worse. I started cutting. I've been isolated in my house for 6 years straight. Each day I got more bored, depressed and beaten with their words or hands. So, I decided it was time to teach myself and them a lesson. So..I cut. I cut to show myself that I was worthless and had no meaning in life. I cut to show my parents how horrid my life was. They didn't pay any attention and they hurt me even harder for cutting. My mum found blood stained tissues and a knife under my bed. She freaked again and hurt me for doing it.

Life just isn't fair..