Saturday, January 31, 2009

Another

Well, this story i probily for older people. It was from when i liked to read those true stories about abuse and stuff. Anyway here it is, unfinished as them all but its a tad crazy. i was little :)

Sally and I are best friends. We do everything together; we see each other everyday of the week no matter what. We are pretty much together 24/7 we are pretty much sisters. The reason we are so tight is because she knows exactly what I’m going through in my life.

I am 7 years old, live in a dump of an apartment live with my horrible mother. She is never home she is always at the pub in town. I don’t have a father, I was an unexpected birth. My mother didn’t even know the name of the guy, and when she found out who he was he didn’t want anything to do with my mum and me. Mum lived in a poor family she had no money for an abortion she tells me every night that she wishes she had never had me. “You’re a waste of my space time and money”, she would tell me, not that we had any money. On some night she would come home with strange men that she had meet down at the pup and take them to her room, I would lie awake at night unable to sleep from all the noise coming from the other side of the wall. In the morning they would come out and the man would hand my mum some money. If it was enough the get us through the day she would be happy, and if it wasn’t she would get grumpy and I would have nothing to eat the whole day. But lately things have gotten really bad, there is this man who comes a lot, deep in the night he would come into my room while mum was sleeping. They would climb on my bed and cover my mouth with slimy hands. He would then pull down my blankets and pull up my nightgown. I would kick and scream but nothing helped, he was to strong for me. He would climb on me, pin me down while he slowly move one of his hands up my thigh. Suddenly his fingers were inside me, he told me to lie still and keep quite or my mother will wake and be mad at me. He uncovered my mouth and put it down his own pants, he just lay there for a while touching himself and me. After about 15 minutes he took out his hands and told me to undo his pants or he will wake mum. So I did. Many times this had happened to me, and when I told mum she got mad and told me to never lie to her again. But it stopped for a while, until I turned 14.
School life wasn’t much better; all the children teased me because I would always where the same cloths. Also I was a slow learner, I would come to school dirty, and I also cried a lot for a 7 year old. The only person who stuck by me and didn’t care about all that was Sally. She had a life like mine, you could even say she had a worse life than my own. We never spent much time at home, we would go to parks and playgrounds and talk and play till It got dark, then we would say our farewells our decide to spend the night out doors. On one particular day sally and me were going to go the park after school. But that day Sally wasn’t at school, and I started to get worried. This was not like Sally; she never missed a day of school without telling me, but I still stuck to our plan and went to the park. I waited there all afternoon, even when it started to get dark until I realized that she was not coming. For the next three days she was not there either. I went around to her house one day after school, I rang the doorbell but no one answered. I went around the back of the house to fine Sally sitting there crying, she had a dog collar around her neck that had a chain that was a attached to their fence. It turns out she had been there all that time, her father had come home drunk then beaten her black and blue pulled her outside by her hair and chained her there. That night we slept at the park. We cried all night.

A few weeks later I got the worst news in my life. Sally came to me at school and told me that her family were moving, she didn’t know where or how long for, all she new was that it was faraway and that they were leaving the next day. And there it was the worst thing that could happen, happened.
I have made some friends since then but never as close. I am now 14 years old, 7 years have gone by but it feels like forever.

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