Chapter Five: The Accident

I hated summer. I had no way of eating. I was lucky if I got to eat once every three days. The little boy, Mother's child, turned into an evil nazi. Even though I knew it wasn't is fault entirely, I hate him as much as I hated mother. She didn't mean to, but she accidently stabbed me in the stomach. It hurt so bad, but it gave me hope. Mother let me go outside and play with the other kids, and they accepted me. But it made em realize I hate father. He wasn't superman at all, he only cared about himself. But I knew that I was Superman. I had helped myself, I didn't need mother to clean my wound, I did it myself. I was Superman.