Let's start with something simple like the year I was born was 1985 but I don't know exactly what day or month I was born as I was something I lost memory of.. well the first memory I have of living was me sitting in the living room watching TV next to my big brother (like) while my parents were in the kitchen talking..
just a normal silly memory of mine from when I was a kid, I was probably about four or five then..
back then my parents had cared a little bit about me and my brother but a year later when I turned six and my brother was seven our parents became more cold and uncaring about me and Luke..
that brings me to another memory I have, it was where my father was drunk.. one thing about my father he was an alcoholic and my mother just contribute to every single word he said..
My father was yelling at me because I spilled some orange juice on the table. He grabbed the knife on the counter and started threatening me, again I was 6 years old when this happened so I was quite terrified and I didn't know what I could do but just cry.. my father did something to me that I still have a scar to this day for.. he slit the back of my throat with the knife, and the next thing I know my mother is driving us to the hospital..
And I was bleeding pretty bad, I don't know how I survived it.. I don't know if I should have died or what. I had to get stitches as my father didn't cut too bad and didn't cut anything inside my neck, thankfully..
After that incident my father and my mother fought a lot and she started to rebel against my father.. For a month my father and mother fought and fought hard.. I remember my big brother hugging me trying to comfort me and telling me it was going to be okay, but we both knew it wasn't going to be okay..
back then we were just innocent children just trying to stay safe we weren't weak we just needed to be protected and that's something we never got.. me and my brother hug tight trying to protect each other from the loud noises of my parents fighting.. I fell asleep but he was still awake scared.. the next morning I woke up to my brother gone.. I looked around the house for him but I couldn't find him neither could my parents.. we had to hang posters of him missing because Amber Alerts in exist back then, the first day of my brother being missing I stayed in my room crying, I didn't want him to be hurt or something like that..
A few days later of me crying of missing my brother the police found him.. he basically ran away because he didn't want to deal with this anymore but he had to go back home.. one thing about both my parents outside they are the best parents in the world so sweet so caring but under the surface they can be cruel monsters that don't care and just want people to fall under their spell.. the spell of control..
