Sunday, 5 April 2009
01:33:57 AM (GMT)
When I was three
It started when I was three. I was playing with her dolls. I was having fun and then
my mom came in. I got up and she ran to her mom and hugged her. She push me to the
ground and kicked me and punch me and hit me to I became numb. my sister yelled at
her. I remember her taking me in the bathroom and clean up. After that I ran to my
room. I cried all night. I then fell asleep. my dreams was full of happiness. I
remember waking up in the middle of the night and my mom was over. I smelt beer on
her breath. She drag me to the floor and kicked me and punch me and hit me then took
her shoes and hit me with it to I blacked out. I became afraid of my mom. I was happy
when my mom worked. I would sit and read and I would play outside. When my mom came
home she would hit me and my sister will jump in front of me and she would tell me to
run. I ran to a corner and watch my sister be hit.
One day I was outside with my sister in are yard playing tag. My mom came outside and
she had a evil grin on her face. she wasn’t movie straight and she kept tripping
over her feet. She grab something from the ground and throw a rock above my lip. I
feel to the ground and cried while blood poured down my chin and lip. My dad came out
and he saw me on the ground. He push my mom and picked me up and took me inside. He
wide my cut and put a band-aid on it. He picked me up and took me to my room and he
laid down and sang to me. I remember falling asleep.
I slept a lot. The nights she would abuse me while I was trying to sleep. Those
nights made me so tired I would sleep during the day. My dad was scared for me. He
hated to leave me when he had to work. One night during a thunder storm I scream for
my dad. My mom came in and taped my mom. I kept crying and when i took it off I
screamed more.my dad came in and slept with me and kept me safe. I wasn’t allowed
to eat only to drink water. I was so skinny my dad worried so he would sneak me food
and so will my baby sitter.
I had no friends. I was stuck to be inside all day. I use my play time to sleep. My
sister was scared for me. I was scared for her. My sister. had so many bruises like
me and one day her teacher came over and when she saw me she left and she was crying.
I was sent to go to daycare. I met friends the staff worried about me and some hugged
me. I loved having friends it made me happy. When I went home I was sad. I would
close my eyes and wait for the beatings to stop. When she hits m so bad I blacked
My dreams where not normal. I would dream of a family who will love me and my dreams
where not princesses and rainbows or magical stuff. When I was allowed to eat again.
I would eat healthy. I became my normal height but my three year old life was never
the same as other kids. I had a mess up face and others had pretty ones. Mothers kiss
there kids and hugged and my mom wouldn’t. I begin to cry a lot and I was quiet and
shy. I was not like my mother I was kind and helpful.
The words I remember that hurt the most was I was a mistake and I was a nobody. Those
words haunt me. I remember one day I kicked my mother hard in the stomach. That coast
the beatings to get badder. My mom stab me and cut me. She would throw things at me
leave hand prints on me and made me black out and not breath. My family said that I
was lucky to be still alive they said I was strong and god wasn’t ready for me yet.
I would lock myself in my room so my mom would not hit me. it worked about a week to
she took a screwdriver and unlock my door. I loved it when she would work late.