My mother has been the only parent I have ever known. She got pregnant with me when she was still in high school and her boyfriend just disappeared. She raised me on her own, but it was really hard. I always felt she hated me for ruining her life like that. She never hugged me or told me she loved me. She was almost always miserable and if she'd drink to much she got very agressive. If I annoyed her, she´d hit me and sometimes she just locked me in a room for some hours, just to have some 'peace'. As a little child, I always wished I'd never been born, so my mother wouldn't have suffered and I was always scared to do something that would push her over the edge. One day she figured she just couldn't deal with life anymore. I was only 15 years old and was the one who found her. Sometimes, I still wonder what exactly made her do it on that day and if I could have done anything to prevent it.