Skeletons in the House

Chapter 1

I was born January 11, 2000 in Hollywood Florida where my mother Candice Beckett gave birth to me, while my father James Beckett stood out in the hallway, not because he had to, but because he wanted to. I was welcomed into this world, where I did not ask to be born, but it just so happened I was the luckiest sperm to meet the egg. I had a rough childhood I won't lie, not your typical childhood where everything was good and gravy, or even just having the slightest issues, and fixing them later down the road. I grew up with my sister, who is older than me, my brother who came into my life in 2007, and parents but, unfortunately due to people always coming in and out of the house living wise, I grew up mainly with grown-ups. I have this best friend who became like my cousin and we grew up together, we're around the same age and if it wasn't for her all those times who knows where'd I'd be. I've grown up with many issues amongst my family, which some issues they've just pushed off, and I've told them my problems they just did nothing as if it didn't bother them. I grew older and older, from just a newborn to 6 or 7 years old when someone in my family started sexually harassing me, and taking manners into his own hands. Unfortunately, my parents kept leaving him in charge of me after I told them everything he was doing to me. I remember some nights it was so hard to sleep, with thinking I wasn't safe, or just feeling his breath on my skin thinking he'd take me to his room and push my face in the pillow, while he had the chance to do it. I remember nights crying, and explaining to my parents what had happened, and got pushed away as if they didn't care. My life has been crazy, their were times I had to watch myself, because I knew that my parents didn't have my back like they told me they did. I will never understand why they never did anything, or believed me it hurts, because they're the ones you're supposed to "trust". I remember days and nights that I used to keep myself up from taking naps, or sleeping in general just because of how scared I was to fall asleep, it's crazy a 6 year old could never make this all up. The age of 6 is so innocent, it makes my stomach turn till this day to know someone who I call family did that to me, and even worse that my own "parents" didn't believe me. Their were days he'd go after my best friend or sister, but of course they never spoke up, but I made sure I did for them, it was worth a shot but I knew deep down my parents just wouldn't believe me. I've fell into a stage of depression since the incident, I became depressed, I wouldn't eat or sleep, I wouldn't talk to anyone anymore, I didn't go outside anymore, or play with my friends from school. The life I have been living from the age of being born until the age of 18, was a life I would never want any little kid, just trying to grow up live.