That isn't me. I Googled images/suicide and it popped up in the first or second page, looked about how I felt at the time. My father IS dangerous. When I was going through chemo when I was around 4, he came at me and my mother with a kitchen knife. She carried me into the bathroom and slammed the door on his hand just as he put his hand through, and took a straight razor and nearly cut off his thumb. Off an on they kept getting back together, and it always ended up killing one of us. He comes back when I'm around 22, I spend a week with him and see nothing's changed and I sneak the hell off. Now it's 10 years later again and he's back. I had my phone number changed. I don't know what the freak's problem is, but I have told him I want nothing to do with him. He just pretends not to hear me and keeps trying to talk to me like nothing wrong has ever happened.
