Fight or Flight

I knew I had always been pretty noticeable. Being 5'10" and a girl isn't very common. Not to mention the fact that I never really fit in with what was considered acceptable. I always wanted to play sports with the boys, or go skateboard when most girls were putting on make-up, or talking to their boyfriends. Most everyone at my high school knew who I was, despite the 2,000+ students. I was always either skateboarding around the halls, getting in trouble with teachers and police, practicing my street art in school, or playing guitar. I was always very athletic, so everyone always wondered why not do sports? Then they read my record and saw all my mental conditions. O.D.D.- Oppositional Defiant Disorder, A.D.D.- Attention Deficit Disorder, A.D.H.D.- Attention Deficit Hypertensive Disorder, C.D.- Conduct Disorder, B.P.D- Borderline Personality Disorder, Extreme Anxiety, Schizophrenia, Self Induced Insomnia, and Nightmare Disorder. My criminal record isn't much better. My uncle, whom I live with, is very understanding, so it makes it a lot easier. Unlike my mother who tried to kill me as soon as the psychiatrist told her how messed up my brain was. Failed attempt obviously, but still not very motherly. My dad got kicked out of the picture a while back. I don't have very many real friends. All of which are guys. I never got along well with girls, to catty. But, the few I do have know about all of my disorders and help me through it. I've always had a fascination with death and had many near death experiences. I have a high pain tolerance, some might even say I find it enjoyable. Nonetheless, before I get into what caused this almost apocalyptic adventure, I have to warn you. It's not pleasant. If you're a fan of scientific torture movies, then you'll fully enjoy this. To all others, feel free to stop and take a breather at any time.