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Write my life

*edited cause I'm cringy

So this is edited cause I never realise how shit my writing was.

Anyway

So I was born in 2000 July 24,I had my two parents and my older sister.I began talking about a year and a few months later.I lived in Australia on the Gold Coast and I loved it there.Now skip about two years I was four,I loved books and I had heaps of friends.I loved life and I was just happy.Then I turned five and I noticed my parents weren't exactly happy they occasionally got into arguments and maybe ended up having one drive away.

Now skip a year and I was six,I was in kindergarten and I felt pretty happy.Than my sister birthday (April 3rd) came around.We went to the beach for my sisters birthday,our neighbours/family friends came with us (Jason's family who is actually my boyfriend😏).And I went to go for a surf with my dad and sister,obviously I couldn't I was to young but I would stay in the board while my dad just casually surfed along (no major jumps or anything).

But I was surprised about how big the wave was and I jumped off.Now I couldn't swim real well,my sister jumped in after me she was eight and was just a good swimmer.I couldn't push myself up and eventually I began swallowing water.My sister pushed me up and brought me to a set of rocks were my dad was coming to get us.My sister slipped and hit her head and got pushed under by a wave.

They found her twenty minutes later and she was dead.

I couldn't speak and almost all hope had been drained.My best friend tried everything he could to help me but even he knew that it was hopeless.I had to let go.I stayed in hospital for a week recovering and then I was let out.My parents divorced and my mum won custody of me.Every two weekends I would see my dad and every time I looked forward to them because I got abused.

My mum first began yelling at me,calling me useless and blaming me for the death of my sister.Then six months later my mum hit me,everyday she would hit me,kick me and yell at me.I wanted to die so so so badly I wanted it to end.My dad never saw the bruises or strangle marks because I got so well at hiding them with makeup.Now two years later I was nine.My best friend was at my house and my mum came home.He went to the bathroom and my mum hit me not realising he was there.He came back and stood in front of me,he got a scar on his lip and I felt so bad.

He was ten (he's a year older) and it took me a lot of convincing to get him to not tell anyone.He kept his secret for a year until my mother came home drunk and pissed off.I went to greet her because no matter how hard she hit me I still loved her.My mum hit me and tried killing me,she hit me,threw glass at me and pushed me down the stairs.I almost died but Jason had called the cops and an ambulance.

And the worst thing was,he said was listening to me scream and cry,he watched as my mother finally stopped hitting me leaving me there to almost die.Finally police arrived and my mother was taken away.My dad was called and the next day for me I woke up in hospital with Jason next to me.I thought it had been a day but it had been two weeks I was unconscious.

I had a dislocated shoulder and sprained wrist,a large cut from lip to my eye from a bit of glass (which resulted in my vision going bad in that eye) and three broken ribs along with my broken ankle (and the many bruises and cuts).Jason was there as he said his parents,family and my dad went to get some food (and he was asleep so he didn't go).And I was horrified when I saw myself in the mirror because all I could think of was,

I should've told someone earlier
I'm so stupid
I'm ugly

And these later on got worse,but eventually I got out of hospital and I was with my dad.I got therapy four days a week for the abuse.I moved away with my dad to a place in NSW where I had to go to a new school.I was super shy,and I often got picked on.I never told anyone about my abuse and had no friends.This went on for roughly seven months.