I was never supposed to be born. I was nothing but a mistake to my parents. i even wonder who is the my real father? The one in my birth cert I don’t think its my real father. When I was a baby no one really wanted me, I was a burden and a matter that is not supposes to exist in the first place. This is the first chapter of my story. All written are 100% fact from my memories. I think I better write them down before I fade away.
The earliest memory I ever had was a slap on my face, I was like nursery than. I studied at Newton nursery. With my family, I never did remember a happy moment. I can try so hard but all I have is tears and pain. When I was young most of the time I got hit by my father I never did know why. The rest of the time I remember why is because it was his fault in the first place. I am not pushing the blame but, things like he not flushing, he being caught not keeping his porn, and he not clearing used condoms is my fault. The list will just keep going on.
Children now days being hit by a cane or 3 canes the say they are suffering, some how I really wish I got hit by a cane or 3 canes. Minor punishments will be punching my hands and chest. Middle punishments will be using the belt or rods to strangle and smack me. Major punishments will be using those office type roller chairs and m medium folding tables to hit my head and neck area. Please do keep in mind that I was 9 and below.
The reason I survive is thanks to my grandfather. He will always help me with wounds and bathing me. Giving me medications and water in case I blackout. By the age of 12 vomiting blood is nothing but a common sight in my daily routine. People say I deserve it because I was naughty. But I will really wish to know what did I ever do that is so bad that I deserve that?
The hitting and torturing kept going till I was 14 after that was another story... …
