The days are cold, when all of me just stops working... I feel the small cold breeze down my back and I noticed that's from when my sister beat me and tore the back of my shirt. I've waited for my mom to come home so she could see the bruises that my sister had left, but she didn't show up until 10:00 pm and I was already in long clothes so she wouldn't notice soo I hid from the world. I was about 6 years old that I have sooo many places that she had hurt me. What had I done to her to make her want to hurt me? Was I a threat to her because I was younger? I'm confused and my life is now strained and difficult.. I can't stand to be by her anymore... Am I a threat to my family...
The next day she tried to murder me in the back of the car with a seatbelt she had wrapped around my neck, trying to choke me I screamed my mother turned around... Unwrapped the seatbelt from my neck and then she told my dad to stop the car she got out came into the backseat, grabbed me and got back into the front seat holding me in her arms... As we continued down that old country road my mom had called my sisters social worker and she was picked up for k-1 while we were at school the next day...
We were at my aunts house the same night my sister was taken away my older brother and i hadn't known shed been gone yet but my mom picked us up late that night she had brought pizza for dinner from little caesers.. When we walked in the door I yelled for my sister to tell her we had brought pizza home but, she wasn't there I was looking through the house.. While I was looking for my sister my mom and dad told my brother that she wasn't going to be home for a while and then my brother heard me start to cry of frustration he came running in and he told me "she's not coming home for a couple days, she needs help for her mental problems, she will be back soon I promise.." I cried more even though I hated my sister I still needed company...
My mom tried to calm me down it took a while but then I fell asleep they shipped me to my room but when I woke up I didn't talk to anyone not even my other sister, my brother or anyone at school I hated everyone.. When I got home my mom and brother tried to talk to me my dad couldn't because he was working but still nothing wouldn't talk.. Every day for weeks and when Jordan came home I didn't even talk to her and she was why I hated everyone and was very mad but I didn't talk to her either.. She didn't deserve me to talk I was sick of them never again would I talk...
When I got older I started talking again but it wasn't a good thing it's stupid I can't live a day without getting hit but how long can I be free..
