My life story

3rd & 4th Grade

Again trigger warning this part isn't as dark but still.

8 years old
I don't remember much from being 8 years old but I do know that when I went by my birth name I was "the other ****" and never just the name.
Oh I remember this one time I had come home from school and was eating cereal for a snack and then suddenly I couldn't breathe and I was in so much pain I couldn't even move, but I was fine I don't remember what happened but that happened.

9 years old
The scary thing about going into 4th grade was I didn't even remember walking into the classroom, I was just there and it was like I went from being 7 to 9 within a second. It wasn't that bad, 4th grade I made some friends and my teacher wasn't a bitch, but then came the sibling abuse and well let's just say being abused by someone who said they'd always protect you hurts more than anything, you can't protect me if I need protecting from you. This day I wanted to play with my brother like we did at night, and I was standing in front of his bedroom door and he told me to get out of his room but I wasn't in his room, I said that so he punched me as hard as he could in the stomach and I could barely breathe after, I was screaming crying and gasping to breathe. Ever since that day I've been terrified of him. He's always made comments about my weight and how I was ugly and whatever.

Again a few months later, hehe I got hurt again, it was my dads birthday and while my mom was making dinner I went outside to skate on my rollerblades and there were big potholes where I was living, I look back for a second and I trio over the pothole and I chip my tooth, scrap half my face, both my knees and my arm.

(There is a picture of it at the bottom)