My Story

March 15 2014. 2:10 pm

<April 19 2014, 8:44>

[FYI to the reader. this was written on a piece of green construction paper. I wrote this in a child welfare center. they took us to child protective services that night. I spent some of the worst hours of my life in that place. It wasn't a terrible place. There was food and beds and a shower and a bathroom and it was clean. there was arts and crafts and tvs and games. but while I was there I was in my own living hell. I couldn't leave. I couldn't do anything to help anything. I didn't have anyone to talk to, I was scared and worried. All I could do was sit and wait for the news. And they came, and gave us the news. And at one point, I couldn't hold in the terror anymore. So I put pencil to bright green construction paper, and this is what you get.]

It's March 15, 2014. 2:10 pm.

How could you leave me?

I'm not ready to be an adult yet!

I'm only 14.

I want my mommy.

I want my daddy.

How could you leave me?

WHy would you leave us?

They say I have to be strong

For Yennifer

Who is there to be strong for me?

They say I am brave

Telll me everything is going to be ok.

How could it EVER BE OK EVER AGAIN?

What am I?

Why me?

What did I do to deserve this?

Please don't do this to me. I love you.

I'm so sorry.

Forgive me. Come back.

I need you right now.

I need someone

I need this to all be a bad dream

I need this not to be happening

I need to go back in time

I'm trying to fool myself

You're fine.

Everything is fine.

NOTHING is fine nothing is going to be fine ever again?

Could this really happen?

Why me?

Save me!

Help me!

I want to die

I want to cry

How long can I be strong?

What is strong?

George, I need you.

Erin, I need you

Mom, Dad, I NEED YOU! SAVE ME!

help me. make it stop.