• Intro


    June twenty second. I remember that date as if it were yesterday, every detail and every face is a clear image in my mind.Even every thought haunts me to this day as if I were in a night mare. For example, I remember waking up in a sweat, thinking I would be locked up in the attic again for not waking up on time. "No no! please don't let mama be up! Please!" I thought to myself as i quietly got out of bed and hurried to put my clothes on. I guess back then as a newly thirteen year old, you don't care about your looks, or at least that's what I thought since I never had what other girls my age had.

    But anyway, I remember then hurrying downstairs to make my siblings breakfast as I did every morning, and when I reached to grab a bowl for the cereal I was going to make, all the bowls were gone. "Huh" I said to myself, I then looked to my right and there stood my three year old brother and my older sister that just turned 15. I was horrified! I looked in the sink and the bowls were in it, I already should have guessed they would have asked mom to feed them! And I wouldn't have been surprised if it was Lisa, my sister who snitched on me! She never liked me and always found pleasure in me getting in to trouble. You see, we were born two years apart, but yet on the same day. So when her birthday came, and as did mine, she thought I was trying to take all the spotlight away from her and so I got all the attention. But honestly, I don't blame her, I mean if you had to share a birthday with your brother or sister wouldn't you be angry to? But to go as far as being happy over someone else being BADLY punished, that's just god damn crazy!

    In the middle of all my anger, streams of tears fell from my face. I was in shock when I felt a sharp pain in the back of my head as a fell to the hard white tile floor backward. I knew mama pulled my hair as she always did, and as a result, wads of it would fall out from her hand and I would have yet another bald spot. But I was surprised to see who it was. As my step dad Damien stood above me, he looked disgusted, as if I were a failure in his eyes. And I was more afraid of him then mama. Even though "daddy" (as he would want me to call him in public) seldomly punished me, when he did, It would always be worse than anything mama can do.

    As he kicked me hard into my side he said "Get the hell up! You no good son of a b*tch! can't even make god damn breakfast in the morning!" I tried to collect all my thoughts together and tried my hardest not to let out a loud wimmper, filled with pain and sadness, I found enough strength in me to kneel on one knee and weakly say "yes daddy". I was to afraid to look him in the eyes, but I could tell by another hard kick to the side of my stomach that he was not at all pleased with what I just said. "Shut up! Did I ask you to speak!? And for the last time I am not your god damn father!"

    As I lay on the floor, I herd a loud obnoxious laugh. It was mama. " I guess that little brat didn't wake up on time again huh? What a little sh*t. Serves you right for ratin' out on us to those nosy a** neighbors who need to mind their god damn business!" As she walked past me she shot me a cold look. Inside I felt like crap. Nobody on this earth loved me, not even my own mother. Then she turned to her beloved children and said, "Come on, this little sh*t has a lot of work to do on this house!" She gave me an evil smirk as she turned to her left for the door with Damien and the kids.

    SLAM! I herd the door shut. I didn't know I was holding my breath until I let out a huge gasp for air. Then I cringed to the pain at my side while lifting up my shirt. I found a huge darkened bruise against my lightly caramel colored skin. Then loud sobs overwhelmed me. I had to let them out! As I did, I was afraid if anyone came back inside and saw me, they would hurt me to the point where my whole body was numb. But I didn't care much at that point. Crying like a baby felt good. And no one could take that away from me like they did everything else! I wanted a moment in my life where something was about me, and this was it!

    After laying on the floor crying for a few minutes, I staggered to my feet, trying to get up as hard as I could. "I need to work! I'll get in trouble if I don't! I wish they would just kill me already!" I kept thinking to myself. But some how, with that motivation, I got through that hard, hard day. Or at least half of it. Because 3:30 that afternoon I would never see my parents again. And from there on my life would be much better. I would have and be with someone who loved me and cared for me. Show me the love that my mother didn't show me for a long time. All good things were going to start happening to me. Or so I thought.