Let's just start short. I'm Dyanna. I'm 16 and I have had the worst life ever dreamed to ever have had. When I was 9, I was sexually abused by my big cousin, Johnathan. That carried on until I was 11. My dad used to beat my mom and I. My mom got pregnant with my little sister Ella. Ella didn't make it , she was premature due to my father beating my mom one dreadful night. He hit her in the stomach with a shower curtain rod. She was 7 months pregnant and it sent her into labor. Then as got to be probably 12, my dads 2 twins came into my life. Michael my brother and Julie my sister. Julie was a mean person. And Michael was friendly. Until he raped me. Julie watched and made a video and posted onto the internet. When I went to call the police Julie beat me. One night. Julie and Michael left the house. My dad was drunk. Him and my mom got into it. He pulled a gun and shot her dead. I seen it all. When he saw I seen he cocked the gun back again and screamed.
"Night Night Beautiful." But just as he said it I turned around and ran as he shot me in the leg. I ran to the neighbors house crying "Help daddy shot me and mommy." Ms. Marley the old lady who lived next door called a ambulance and the police. Everything was getting blurry and. I passed out.
I woke up the next day. In a hospital bed.
My mom died. Dad was sent to prison. Life without parole. I was sent to Indiana to live with my aunt Marie.
