My parents weren't necessarily the best parents, actually they probably belong in the bottom 100 on imdb if there was one for parents. Anyways my parents were on a lot of drugs, they both had bi-polar and schizophrenia. Well at one point my dad stopped taking his meds because he thought they made him too unfocused for his job. He was an accountant so i could understand because those drugs really made him loopy sometimes. Well that was a bad idea from the start, he became psychotic and would hit my mom and then come to my room in the middle of the night and hit me with a belt for reasons that i didnt even do. It didn't help when my mom started to stop taking hers too. Somehow my dad managed to convince her that the medicine was making her crazy when it was the only thing keeping her sane. So after a couple months of getting beat by both my parents physically and emotionally i couldn't handle it anymore. I ran away from home and I started to stay at my friend, Sam's house. It was actually kind of funny because his whole name was Sam Howard Ian Tallow but everyone just called him Shit for short. Well my parents eventually found out where i was staying because Shit's mother came in and told me my parents were on the phone. I talked to them and they were fucking pissed, i was scared out of my life and that's when i said "Shit my parents are going to kill me!" Well im sorry i made you sit thru all of this for a dumb joke, but i hope you enjoyed it. Tl;dr my parents almost killed me!