I Used To Be A Happy Little Girl. I Did Things Normal 6 Year Olds Do.. But I Also Went Home From School & Got Abused... For The Purpose Of Not Exposing My Brother To Any Of His Friends Or Others I Will Be Using A Fake Name To Describe Him.. What Should I Use? Hmmm.. Robert. We'll Call Him Robert. Okay So. This Little Girl (Me) Would Come Home & Robert Would Hurt Her. Kick Her. Punch Her. Tie Stuff Around Her Mouth To Keep Her From Yelling And Exposing Him. I Would Cry For Hours Straight.. I Would Start Thinking I Was Worthless. I Thought I Was Completely A BIG Mistake. I Would Act Like I Was Okay But Deep Down I Knew I Wasnt. This Continued For About 5 Months.. And Robert Was Finally Exposed By My Parents & Sent To A Care Home For Troubled Teens.
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My Story.
NonfiksiThis Is My Depression Story... Sadly There's No Inspirational Ending, There's No Happiness, Just Depression. I Don't Expect You To Read This Or Even Care.. But Im Writing It. This Isn't Fake Or Attention Seeking. Just A True Story About A Lost Girl.
