My third birthday was great I was happy when my father and the family were there. I didnt like my step mom though still dont to this day.
I was told that she was a backstabbing kaniving manipulator but karma will get her sooner or later. But I dont give a fuck about that right now what matters more is my life story.
When I started preschool some the other kids were laughing and playing. I was busy building with toys like any other normal kid stacking them ontop of each other etc. The next day we all went outside to play me being on the small tricycle one of the kids ended up crashing into me. I fell and busted my lower lip the teachers had to bring me inside the building to get me all cleaned up and when i looked into the mirror I seen myself in the reflection and then im wondering.
Wow look at that mess of red on my face. Eyes were teary from sobbing so much because of accident.
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My brother Jeremiah and I were very competitive with each other. We would play in this game of Pokemon cards and some days we will actually physically fight each other.
At 7 years old it turns out that I learned my birth mom is very neglectful and it seems as though she didnt want any of us to be honest. But it so happens to be the worst night of my life. [⚠ child molestation!! ⚠] her boyfriend ruined the night by molesting me and um when my brother was graduating from his grade I was left home alone again with the faggot of my biological moms same boyfriend he was tryna molest me twice my innocence was taken and destroyed by him and my biological mom. The day after i told my dad what her boyfriend did and ooh boy was he about to rip his face off the day he was leaving.
I cant remember what was being said but all i know is shes not welcomed ever again in my life.
A week later from the incident this cop or something like that shown up and started asking me questions like who it was etc. Later to be in court with my brother and shit where we last seen our biological pos mother he was brought to the podium and was tryna be goofy. I was scared to be on that podium for some reason i guess that is anxiety and fear talking.
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Back in herrin middle school a week after the trials were done with um ....i started to get bullied again and I couldnt control with how my emotions were at the time. I was only like in third or fourth grade at the time and when I was transferred to this classroom and later on the teacher put bruises on me. Because i wasnt listening when the principle found out she was fired.
It was almost the weekend and my brother and i were at this old park his terrible friends came over gage mcnight, alex (forgot his last name), and chris (also forgot his last name). They were being very mean and my brother said "eva run home" I was running scared that i was gonna get hurt worst thing i ever witnessed was that my brother was lifted into the air over this metal bench amd his back was slammed onto the surface he was struggling trying to stand but was fighting it. I did the most dangerous act and ran back to help him when his friends were leaving I helped him up and helped him back to the house. This took place in the afternoon though.
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The next day I was outside playing with the other kids until i was slammed against the brick wall being surrounded by these girls. They would laugh at me and stuff i tried to get out of there but they wouldnt let me instead they kept on pushing me back like I was just a little weakling.
Later on after school nobody could even find me for hours on end it was almost dark out. And the only place I was at the whole time I was in the girls bathroom.
It was a Saturday in the fall or summer kinda forgot but. My brother put me in a closet upstairs on the second floor and I did not have no light no water no air. The only light i had was through the crack only I was getting very scared to the point I started screaming because it was like maybe two hours in there i forgot.
