The Love Of A Child

The story

A healthy young baby girl was born on, April 15th. To a loving family, a mother, father, and older sister. She loved them with all her heart, and they loved her. An older sister that would always play with her. Play whatever she wanted. Dolls, horses, baby, whatever. Her mother who made dinner every night, and cleaned her heart away. With that a dad that loved her unconditionaly. But he wanted 2 perfect daughters. And she knew she could never surpass her older sister, and be perfect along side with her. Her father kept pressuring her, and he fought with the family. At night all she could hear was yelling and screaming, from her mother. Her bedroom across the hall. One night he had enough. And he hit his wife. But not just once no, he kept beating, hitting, punching, slapping until she was dead. He did not realize what he was doing, because he was so angry. He could not deal with the pain, so he pressured the kids into them thinking it was their fault. Little Kat didn't know what to do. She went to her older sister Jamie and cried her eyes out. Jamie did the same. Soon she believed it was her fault, and when anything went wrong Kat would take the blame, even if she didn't do anything wrong. Soon she grew into a 14 year old with her sister at 17, and her father at 58. Since Kat took the blame for everything she would get punished, beat the same way her mother died. By her harsh father she once loved. She got cold, she got sad. Soon depression arrived and not long after that the suicidal thoughts came. She cried herself to sleep at night. Then had to work all day, along with beatings. Her sister Jamie lost hope when her mother died. Kat was so hurt, she knew she could never be perfect. She tried so hard, she tried all her life. One day Kat took 5 bottles of pills. She couldn't handel it anymore. She cried as she swallowed them down. After she finished her last meal, she cut so feel she knocked herself out. About an hour later Jamie found her laying on the bathroom floor. She yelled for her father. He checked her pulse and she was still breathing. She was rushed into the hospital. Her heart beating 170 beats per minute. When normally during an intense work out your heart rate is at 130. She was at risk for a heart attack, ceisure, and death all at once. They put bandages on her cuts and hooked her up to a machine. She was living off the machine for a few days until the doctor came in and tokd them that she is in a coma, but she's alive and fighting, but she's so close to death. From her cuts, and the fathers beating, and the pills. She could die soon. But we the hospital doesn't know. A few weeks later Kat woke up. Confused about where she is but, alive. Not long after that, she had to learn to walk again, to read, write, talk, but she did it. She regained her strength, her hope for life, her hope for change. "Kat, I'm so sorry. I didn't kno-" Before her father finished she rushed up to him and hugged him tight. She said "Its ok dad. I forgive you." The only reason she came back was because when she was a papercilp from death she saw her mother. They cried when they saw each other, and she told Kat all about how she needed to forgive, and forget. Not to forgive her father, sister. But to forgive herself, to know it was not her fault. It was nobody's. It was am overreaction that never should have happened. All her mother ever wanted hor her was to do was keep their children safe, to make them smile. So again she did her job.... Kat smiled, laughed, cried, loved, but most of all, she lived...