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Memories

M I K A

I remember. I remember it like it was yesterday. The day the abuse started. The painfully painful abuse I received from my "father". I remember the reason too. The reason why I was like the way I am now. It was a stupid reason but it changed me.

I was twelve and I was just finishing up the 6th grade. My grades weren't as bad as the others but to my father, they were terrible. My grades would range from B's to C's to D's. Once in a while I would get a couple of A's but I had never gotten an F. My dad wasn't proud of this though. He wasn't proud of anything, actually.

It was nearing the end of the school year and I had gotten my last report  card. I remember having one D, two C's, and three B's. Grades that my dad thought were evil. He believed that that these grades would take me to hell. He said grades like mine only made me a bad person. And then he beat me.

He beat me until I couldn't move. Until I got my senses straight. Until my brain worked. He beat me until I had bruises and cuts. Until he realized that my begging for him to stop, only fueled his satisfaction. Why? Because he knew. He knew I would do anything to get an A. I was desperate. I didn't want any more beatings. 

It happened for a year. I got tortured for a year. Even though I studied and studied day and night and got A's all the time, I still got beat up. I figured that my father just didn't like me at all at that point. Who would love a vampire anyway?

But then someone found out. My neighbor had heard my screams and cries and was finally fed up with it. My neighbor called the police. The police came in the middle of my beating, bursting through the door. The tackled my father harshly to the ground and arrested him.

I remember my father screaming and yelling at me while struggling to get free from those cuffs and all I did was run to my room with my injuries. I had a busted lip, a black eye, and a cut cheek. I really didn't give any thoughts to my injuries due to the fact that I was scared out of my mind. I didn't know what was going to happen to now. I didn't have a mother to stay with and my relatives absolutely despised me.

Then they announced it. I was going to be in foster care. The police cleaned me up and told me to pack up my things. I was going to be with other children who didn't have parents. But I was 13 at the time and I didn't think anyone would want to talk to me.

I was in foster care for two years and for those two years I want to school. I studied like I normally would and I got grades that I deserved. I got A's. And for some reason I kept studying non stop.

I was afraid that I would get hurt again if I went back to getting the grades that I used to get. I definitely didn't want that to happen so I kept studying.

After those two years, I finally got adopted. The mom that I have now didn't care that I was a vampire or the fact that I always looked tired. She adopted me out of pity. I didn't care though. At least I got away from those kids. They didn't care about me at all. I was glad.

I have been an adopted child for two years now and I still haven't broken these habits. The memories will haunt me forever, so there is no point in stopping now if I'll start all over again. These memories...are killing me. And no one will ever know.