Im about 11 now..and i have marks on my arms and start wearing all black and and that one kid not many people want to talk to due to my music, looks, and my quietness. My only friend i really have is Jeff and he knows about the abuse but i made him promise not to tell,i didnt want to start anything. One day i come into school with bruises on my arms and a red nose. Aaron held me down in my room last night hitting me.. Jeff finally broke and he dragged me down to the the office and forced me to tell. Considering ive been seeing my dad a weekend every 2 weeks im suprised he didnt notice the marks. I guess its because i wasnt my emo self around him..i was too happy to see him. Anyway, as Jeff makes me goto the office they have me show them my arms and ask me what happend.. I look at Jeff and he glares at me. I tell them what happend and immediately they call child services and they tell me not too worry everything will be okay. Child services showed up the next day but we didnt answer the door. My mom made me lie on tape about the child abuse saying it didnt happen and that i was just lying for attention. We ended up giving that to them. But s miraculous run of events happened..
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My Story
ContoNot a lot of people know about my past. I usually like to keep it that way because i hate who i used to be. But sometimes you have to accept who you are and let everyone know.
