Watching My Family From The Grave

Summary

It started with a birthday gift. I bought one for a female classmate, but not for my sister.

My parents decided I was "abnormal." They called it a deviation. To fix me, they sent me away to Serenity Ridge Academy, a therapeutic boarding school designed to cure "behavioral anomalies" and "difficult cases."

In the first year, I lost a pinky finger because I couldn't tie my shoes fast enough. I had no one to tell.

In the second year, my stomach swelled with a child that never came to be, and then went flat again.