Where They All Sleep

The House, Me and He

This house smells weird and it looks like death...

I'm afraid if I say something he'll punish me again. Like the time when I said I didn't want to move and he threw me down the stairs, I rarely talk now.

I miss momma she didn't punish me like he does, she would just tell me not to do it again and I would say yes mam. I had very good manners to all adults even "he" who would punish me.

Momma wasn't the same since she was diagnosed with a harsh disease.

When we walked inside I noticed dust, spider webs and etc. I want to leave. I have many bad vibes when I walk into certain rooms as if someone is watching me or trying to tell me something, I could just be mentally I'll
that's what the doctor said to momma.

I was afraid she wouldn't love me anymore because if my mental illness. I was right, "he" says she left because she couldn't stand to be around me, I guess he was right...

I found my room, of course it was the smallest out of a 13 bedroom 10 bath house not including the ball room, dinning, 3 kitchens and and the family room. I actually don't have a room I sleep on a old wooden rack that has a old couch cushion on it, my "room" was actually supposed to be a bathroom but they built it to small.

I don't have very many toys just a old doll that momma gave me when she still loved me. That was a long time ago when I was 4-5 years old I'm 11 now, I don't go to school because he said even school can't make me smarter, he's probably right.

I moved to Tennessee today all the way from Brooklyn NY. The scenery is quite different. Way more quieter in Tennessee, I feel as if I can now sleep peacefully, besides the random screaming I here it sounds like my mommas scream.

At least I think...