Some times people can't understand the story that they control and the story the the next person controls but there are some people like me who have no story to work just a person from others, a selfless autumn leaf which has no purpose but still gets pushed around. See my life started by the side of one person and ended by the side of the same person Jerold Frames or more commonly known to me a Father. My parent meet at from a dating site called LoveNear and they fell in love like and old movie has dust on the corner but it all started to go wrong when I was born.

Mum loved the name Garvey after her daidoe (grandfather) from her mothers side of the family who originated from Ireland but father was persistent on the name Jabez because in his words 'It is not girly like the name Garvey, Tanith' or so my mother told me. That was the first time my father hit mum at the moment in the hospital and he told her strait away that the name was Jabez. So my parents had many arguments which lead to mum hit on my name but mum tried and tried and finely my name was 'Jabez Garvey Frames' the boy with no chance.

Once when I was three years old. My father was home four hours late from the supermarket that he worked at. He was singing 'my fair lady' in a crocked tune that I swear could break ears he recked of liquor and other things that still to this day I have trouble understanding. He walked over to my and said

"You know what dale, I have been working my ass of drinking all day and come home expecting the home to be clean and look what I find out that you still have close on" his voice went louder until it was at full screech and he punched mum so hard that she was knocked to the ground and that routine happed every night and what mum was knocked unconscious father would turn on me but it was usually only a little bit because my screams would wake mum up and she would turn father back on her until he passed out but not to night when he turned on to me he did not stop the punches no matter if mum was awake or not he still kept at it saying that

'I needed to learn to be a man' be after a while he grabbed the closeted thing to us that wasn't mum trying to get in the way it was a wooden chair and he slammed it in to my face and some thing changed in my mind I don't know what but it happed I remembered everything from the week that had passed and I got eidetic memory and I passed out my mind trying to grip onto the world of the living with my father still trying to show my the path to the land of the dead.

When I woke there was pitch black everywhere and I could see no one but I felt pricks in my arm and someone holding to my hand like it has the person's life line. I kept of freaking out and suddenly felt multiple hands trying to hold my childlike body down but the hand which held mine had disappeared but I kept on struggling until I heard my mothers voice telling me to stop so I did what she said and slowly the hands left my body and my mothers hushing voice came closer and I felt the hand from before hold min agene desperately which I realised it was mothers spoke to me and told me that father was with the rule keepers and father had taken some thing from me which I would nether get back… my sight.

My Father Killed me that day but I was still there to feel pain