I said with my eyes welling with tears.” Like cutting your mouth so you’ll never talk again.” “what?” “ Oh sweetie that’s not the last word you’ll ever want to say now is it?” he took a huge kitchen knife.“ Daddy, please don’t do this, please don’t do th . . . “ he had cut one side of my mouth, then the other. Blood was everywhere, mixed with tears.“Now stop your crying . . . you're going to tear it even more”. He said in a calm voice. I tried, but I could hear my skin tearing. He threw a rag at me and said: clean this up, you're getting blood all over my kitchen floor!” He left the room and laughed all down the hallway. The next thing I remember was waking up in the woods with nothing but that rag. My face was bleeding a little. So I Kept the rag to my face as I walked till I found a nearby cemetery. I found some people there, and I couldn’t tell them anything because I couldn’t talk. So they took me to the closest hospital where they contacted my mom. Apparently, I was in the woods for a couple of days. My father went to jail. And I was all sewed up. My mother and I moved down here three months ago. She let me stay home for a month, so I basically skipped the 5th grade. Went to different schools, but they made fun of me, calling me ‘voodoo doll,’ and saying ‘snitches get stitches’. So this is our last resort. I sat there amazed. That there are people that are in this world that would do that to a kid. Then I thought about what my mom does to me. “Well stitches, I don’t have a father either, but my mom beats me. I get called punching bag. You won’t get made fun of when you hang out with me and my friend.’’ She wrote in her book ‘who?’ “ Him. his name is jack, but you can call him twitch. I’ve known him since the third grade. ” “ Mommy, when you coming home, mommy?” Said twitch. ‘
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The FUCKED up kids.
Random4 kids with messed up parents tell there everyday lives in school,after school,and at home.
