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There once was a small 6 year-old boy named J.S. who wasn't liked by anyone, not even his own parents. He wasn't allowed outside with his sister, and he was shut in his room every night at 6:00PM. When J.S. was caught doing something bad, he was beaten very badly, but sometimes, when he was behaving himself, he was beaten. Sometimes when J.S. was locked in his room, he would fall asleep quickly, but for the most part, he talked quietly with his lone stuffed bear, who was his only friend. They talked every night before J.S. slipped off to sleep, but one night, when J.S. woke up, his bear was gone. He tried to ask his parents what they did with it, but they hit him for asking. After that, J.S. stopped speaking, to anyone.

Hello. My name is irrelevant, but my initials are J.S. The paragraph above, is not a short story. It's my life. I was severly abused up until I was 14, because after that my parents decided to leave me at our house. They took my sister with them, who had been taught at a very early age (by force) that I was to be hated; feared even. I was never called by my name, but by my initials. Even to this day, I have no idea what my name is (sad, but true).

You may be wondering if I am full of it (because it sounds like it, doesn't it?), but I'm not. I was found by the local police, after a neighbor (who was very aware of what was going on with me) alerted them to that fact that my family had moved, but I was not with them. I was 14 years old. The police found me, in my room, lying on my bed, with a broken nose, and bruises and cuts all over my body. My parents had come into my room that morning, and started screaming at me, for all the "s**t I had put them through". I said nothing, because I had taught myself that no response was better than a response, but this time, it was proved to be wrong. They yelled at me until they could yell no longer. Then they resorted to physical abuse. By now, I was so used to this, I didn't even react, even though the 6 year-old boy inside my heart was crying. They left after that, and I was left, to die. I was rushed to the hospital, where I stayed for 5 years, recuperating, and learning to be human, I suppose. They taught me to speak, to write, to interact with people. Because of them, I was able to be adopted into a new family who loved me more than I deserved, because somewhere, in my heart, I felt responsible for my predicament. Mom and dad are gone, because you made them leave. Sister hated you, because you made her hate you.

I know that this may sound like a bunch of made up bullshit, but it's not. I am 19 now, going into college, I graduated from high school last year, and I'm a better person all around, because of my new family and that hospital (I never did learn its name...).

If you've never been abused, you'll never know what it's like. I have permanent scars (mental and physical) from my past that I can never get rid of, but I have overcome so many obstacles since that fateful day in my room. If you've been abused, or still are getting abused, know that you're never alone. There are other people, survivors (such as myself), who know of the pain, the self-loathing; the silence.

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Annie Almighty Report | 10/07/2009 10:46 am: What a sad story.. I'm sorry for you.
Unchosen Dragon Report | 09/02/2009 12:31 pm: your story sounds just like mine
I however watched the others grow and prosper
I had no one because everyone close to me was torn from me
I escaped thanks to my mother.
But that terrible rage never left my heart.
My upbringing made me a monster.
And the real me is a good person.
And so begins the conflict within me.
I can't do anything fun because I hold back but IT wants to kill so badly.
Now I remain a shell..never broken but never whole
My only goal is to defeat my darkness and be at peace.
I know your pain and I believe you know what it's like to not-exist.
because that is my existence
Allestaine Report | 08/14/2009 8:47 am: thats sad dude
the story
IcyVampire Report | 08/11/2009 9:02 am: ^^
IcyVampire Report | 08/06/2009 8:46 am: im fine, what`s up?
IcyVampire Report | 07/30/2009 2:22 pm: np, how are u?
IcyVampire Report | 07/27/2009 7:07 am: u can buy a traidingpass 3 days after u register on gaia ^^
IcyVampire Report | 07/26/2009 2:34 pm: yeah, but nice
IcyVampire Report | 07/26/2009 2:26 pm: it`s a nice dream avi
dizzybearr Report | 07/26/2009 2:25 pm: 15

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