After the car accident we had to live with Aunt D. Her and my mom both were drunks so it was t really a good house hold. She had a dog though his name was golum. Golum was the only thing i really loved in that house. Me and my brother shared a room there. We lived in Alachua County a small town in Gainesville. The house wasn't really a house it was a trailer. I had be sentenced to a wheel chair since the car accident and couldn't really move around by myself because i wasnt that strong to move myself with the wheels. I went to school at Metcalf Elementary school, a all black school so i often got picked on because i was the only white one there. At lunch was the same thing everyday people stared at me for being handicapped and got apples and food thrown at the back of ny head. Living with Aunt D was hard. The meals she would cook were odd especially for the age we were. She had given us noodles and just smashed a tomato on top, bowls up peas with nothing else and more odd food. My mother tried to spilt to the food in half and tell us we only had to eat half of it when my Aunt had walked away. The food was supper nasty tho so i had stuck my finger down my throat and made myself throw up so i didn't have to eat it. She has also made "ice cream" but i'm not sure what it really was because it was nasty. About 3 months of staying with her, Golum died. He had ate rat poisoning and was seizing and throwing up blood. We had buried him in the back yard but we didn't ever visit him even though we were out there all the time. We went out there atleast 1 or 2 times a week even though it felt like 7 days a week because my Aunt would burn our toys. She would make us pick out at least 5 toys to burn and she would take us back outside and make us watch them burn it even though we did nothing wrong. I was sad at first but after a little bit i didn't really care, i had gotten used it to. Later it came down to wear i had no more toys left to burn only clothes and shoes and i had to do what i had to do. I remember i had like 2 pairs of shoes and i had picked one of my purple light up princess ones to burn and my mom had asked me "your going to get rid of those?" I nodded because i didn't have a choice. While living with her my mom had found a guy named R. He seemed like a good guy to me. We hung out with him a lot he even had 2 daughters one named G and the other D i played with G the most. They were both older than me but i enjoyed spending time with them. We even had a photo shoot with them at this sunflower field but i forgot what happened before but i was crying and everyone was like "don't cry your going to ruin your makeup." In the picture my eyes are watery but it's ok. Later that year my dads side of the family had sent us christmas gifts and we were so excited because we had no toys. My aunt was also excited... to burn them... all of them... gone. i wasn't sad though because i seen it coming. A little after that i had gotten my cast removed and had to do therapy. I couldn't walk on my own i had to hold peoples hand to be able to balance. I remember one time my Aunt and mom were outside and my brother had told me to walk to him and i told him i couldn't and he kept telling me to walk and i had fell and started crying and my brother ran away and hid behind a chair so he didn't get in trouble, My aunt and mom came in to see if everything was fine and i didn't snitch. That trailer was very scary so much had happened in it we seen ghosts, people fighting and running away, roaches chasing us just so much stuff. The running away part was my brother. My mom and him had gotten into it even though he was just in kindergarten. He had started at the door opened the screen door and ran out into the busy street my mom went after him and i watched him run up the road almost getting hit by a car. My aunt took me back inside and took me to her room and made we watch movies with her. The movies haunted me for life because they were all scary. She made me watch i know what you did last summer, i don't know what number. I had also watched people getting chopped up i was so scared because it was night time and she was sleeping and i was 4 or 5. I had to do 2 years of pre k at Metcaf because i was to young to go to kindergarten. The 2nd year wasn't that bad though. The only thing was since i couldn't walk by my self we had to have a assistant come to our classroom to help me go to the bathroom because i couldn't go by my self. My teacher one time wouldn't call for the assistant and i had to go really bad and she was on the phone so she kept saying in a little bit, in a little bit. I had to go really bad so i peed my pants and didn't tell anyone. My teacher started smelling something and said it smelt like pee and asked who was last infront of her. The weird kid in my class got down and smelt the floor and said ur was pee and everyone started looking at me. I had to go to the nurse and change and i got a pretty red sparkly dress and i was so happy but i think that had gotten burned. After that day the roach story had happened. My mom told me to get ready like everyday but when she shut the door a huge roach came from behind it. She came back in my room and asked why i still wasn't ready and i just pointed and said roach and she told my brother to home get it. My brother opened the door and it went to the other side of the room and i ran out the room with my brother but as we did so did the roach and we were running around the coach and the roach followed us and we had gotten up on a chair so it couldn't get us and it just sat infront of us and we left for school and i guess my aunt had got it. The ghost story i mentioned was very scary. We had just got back from somewhere and it was nighttime my brother and mom had went to his room to get him ready for bed they turned on the light and there was some little boy playing with his toys we ran outside into the car and went back inside and he was gone... Anyways I guess my nana on my dads side had found out about some of the stuff that was happening while we were living with Aunt D and had told our cps social worker that something wasn't right and there was something going on at our house and she had cane over and did a welfare check and didn't like the stuff she seen. I guess my aunt had made us do a bunch of other stuff and she did a bunch of other stuff to us but I can't remember thank god but because of our social worker we had to find somewhere else to live so we moved in with our aunt C and uncle S...
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Mystery / ThrillerA relatable life story with drunk parents and stuff a lot of kids go through that really shouldn't and i don't wish this upon anyone