Little Dead Children

The House On Mercy Lane

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                     My name is Emily Da Silva, I've been living on Mercy Lane since birth. my mother and i are the only ones left on this street. but i see the lights on in a house near the woods almost every night so i doubt we are the only ones. My mothers name is Rosalina, shes about 39 now and ill be turning sixteen soon. I attend Mercary High ill be a junior this September. i've started writing this journal because i realized i might not be alone.. heres a little information about me...

  1. I have dark brown hair 

   2. i um... have black eyes... yeah.

   3. im a bit shorter than those my age like... maybe a foot shorter.. im 4'11

   4. im not social....

shit. im late for my bus. oh well. 

    So im on the bus sitting alone as usual, writing in this damn journal acting busy so no one talks to me. Everyone my age smokes and drinks and im sitting here alone reading and writing down what i go through.. ew this doofus keeps looking at me.. what the bloody hell... actually hes kinda cute.. ha you thought i was into guys? no im more of a bisexual quiet child i dont like being judged i dont want to date anytime soon thanks to my past. fucking boys ruin it all.ohhhhhhhhhhh im guessing you're now curious about my past with men? well ill tell you with no damn problem.

             FIRST lets start off with my sperm donor no good of a father. Before i was born.. he beat my mother abused her and all. but she stayed with him... she was blinded by his good looks and bad boy attitude she liked the adrenaline. but one day.. after having a newborn child(A.K.FUCKING.A ME), holding her in her arms for the first time, her so called husband not being there she realized she had to do something for my safety so she ran to hide in canada when he only found her and beat her one day in front of my aunts and uncles holding her by her neck and then went after me, my aunts called the cops. when the cops arrived my father was outside with a mentally unstable crooked evil smirk on his face, of course the cops knew who he was but as procedure they asked " are you G***** Da Silva?" and with a loud holler and a drunken alcoholic smile he spoke " hell yeah that's me take me!" and with that he was deported thought he was gone forever but he wasn't. My mom, grandma and I moved down south to jersey in USA leaving my family behind because of that asshole. funny thing is he showed up still stayed with my damn mom for another year. he beat her i remember walking into the bathroom i was only three... seeing my mom hiding behind the shower curtain shaking all bloody beat and she made me hush i did so and brushed my teeth i  even shut and locked the bathroom door when he left for so called work we both got out and my grandma bandaged her up.My dad would tell my mom that one day hed cut her up to little bits and pieces and throw her out in separate garbage containers and hed make sure it was on garbage day no one would know who did it or that she was even gone.... sometimes that scum bag would come home from ' work' so drunk...my mom would tell me to walk to mercy park. just to escape from the madness... so i did and i do that all the time now if im upset ill go to mercy park the problem is the park is right near a cemetery no fence to separate the two locations.. when i was three i  knew i wasnt alone because id play with those same six little kids at the park everyday! theyd grow up with me wed even celebrate their birthdays throwing a mini party so im guessing people lived around us even though my mother says no one does.. well... school starts now ill continue writing after this damn whore filled place is over.