My Life Sucks

My Life

My Life

Jack's pov

I have sacrificed a few things after my aunty adopted my sister, brother and I. I have sacrificed my time to look after my brother now that he is disabled, I have sacrificed my friends for family, I used to go out to go to my friends houses almost every weekend, but now I stay home and do more things for my family.

I guess I should start with why I decided to write the depressing part of my life. Well, whenever I write a story about me or my life, I always end up writing about my childhood and all of the messed up parts, mistakes, heartbreaking, etc. But the reason why it just pops in my head is because its the most treasured memory that I have and no matter how hard I try, I can't avoid thinking about what happened back,when I was with my abusive mother. I can't forget how my aunty came and saved my brother, sister and I. I still can't believe what happened and sometimes I think that I'm just in a dream that's going on forever.

It was only when I was born that I knew I was not wanted. A couple of days after I was born my dad left us. For some reason, in the back of my mind I think that he left because of me. I can't shake that thought out of my head. After my dad left us, my mum found a new boyfriend, Bob. He didn't like my sister, brother and I and I know that because whenever we would try to talk to him, he would stare at us with eyes like a black hole, sucking the life out of us. One day, Bob had had enough, he asked my mum furiously, "Take your pick, the kids or me." She chose him.

For four years, it was like I was in a prison but it was just my house. It was like wherever I went, there were eyes glaring at me, blood red, glowing eyes. We were too terrified to go out of the house because we thought that if we did, our mum would come and hurt us again. One day, everything was fine and my sister and I were watching T.V. I heard my mum say a word that I didn't I had no idea of what it meant, so I did what every 3 year old would do, and repeated it. But that was a huge mistake, as soon as I said it, my mum came rushing in, grabbed me and threw me in the kitchen, only to be faced with a kids worst nightmare, pepper. It was as if I had been thrown in an ocean of red, boiling, hot sauce. My eyes were as red as the reddest pepper in the world, and I had thought someone had implanted waterfalls in my eyes, because it felt like a waterslide for everyone to go down.

The next day, my sister was watching T.V by herself, she heard a word on the T.V, a word even worse than the one I repeated, so she said it and then my mum came in the room, slapped her on the head and left. I was so surprised at what had happened that I was convinced that my mum didn't punish her as much as she punished me because she actually liked my sister. But why? Why didn't she punish her as bad as me? She must hate me way more than her. Even now I think that my sister thinks she is better than me, but thats what older sisters are for, right?

The worst part of all this was what happened to my brother, Tim. What my mum did is not forgivable, I couldn't bare to watch her hang Tim upside down like a shark that has just been caught and killed. She banged his head on the wall like she was a drummer in a rock band, trying so hard to give it her all. Tim, I think has had more pain than my sister and I combined, but we all got a pretty bad time in that house. Tim is now disabled, but where we are no, he is perfectly fine, healthy and having fun at home.

I was four years old when I heard the front door swing open, almost breaking the hinges. It was the police, they came running in faster than a bullet train, making a bee-line straight for my mum and Bob. I almost felt bad for them, I mean I didn't know what to do and if I did know what to do, its not like I could do anything, I was four. I wish my dad was there for us when that happened, but he wasn't around since I was born, I still don't know why he left though.

Each day in that house was a never ending nightmare, the only thing that would happen would either be my brother, sister and I getting hit or us ending up locked outside for the whole night. One night, I got locked outside by myself, in the dark. I didn't know if that house was haunted but I saw ghosts, about six of them, black, grey and white and scary. I couldn't help but to stare at them, that was the very first time I have ever interacted or saw a ghost. They weren't as I had expected them to look like, I thought they would look like people, but they looked like people with sheets over their heads, except they were floating off of the ground.

I'm not afraid of the paranormal anymore because I've seen so much of it in the past few years. First there was the ghosts outside my mum's house, then there was a ghost that looked like my dad and wherever I would look, the ghost would come closer and become scarier. The last ghost experience I have had as of now, was last year, when I woke up around 3 AM (the devil's time) and saw a ghost standing in the corner of my room, she wasn't a mean ghost like all the others were, she was actually quite nice, she didn't do anything and she just stood there looking around my room. I have had a few paranormal things going around my house lately though, like when I'd go to bed, the tap would sometimes turn on by itself, or something would fall over. I actually had something grab me and had attempt to push me down the stairs but failed because I was holding onto my doorknob.

Everything is fine now, I live with my aunty, brother and sister. We now have a cat and we are getting two puppies. But, for some reason, every night I feel like while I'm sleeping, my mum will come and destroy my whole family and I wouldn't be able to do anything about it. But I know that wont happen because she isn't allowed to see us until all of us are 18 years old. It's not like I want to see her anyway, but I do want to go back to the house because I want to see if the ghosts are still there and if I can interact with them. I know I'm not suppose to play with ouija boards, but I wish I could. Plus, one of the rules for playing is to never play alone, otherwise unimaginable things can happen.

My life hasn't been one of the greatest lives in the world, but now that I have been living with my aunty for 11 years and nothing horrible has happened since I was four. However nothing has been perfect living with my aunty and we all have our ups and downs as all family's do. However if there is one big down slope it is about my sister. So lots of different people have different mental issues, some don't have any, but my sister has depression, I think you know where I'm going with this, I'm not going to get into detail, but it made the family very worried for quite some time and she had to sleep downstairs with no door, leaving me sleep to upstairs alone. I don't know how long it's been since she got moved downstairs and I'm not so sure if I can cope with being alone or having to deal with the whole family being over protective of my sister.

Going into high school has changed my life a lot, at first, as everyone usually is, I was very nervous because I didn't know anyone except one person, who left the school in the first year. The first ever friend that I had was Mark, I was so confused as to what he said to me. "Have you seen Cry?" Of course I didn't know who Cry was, so I just replied with, "No." and that's how our friendship started. Even now in year 9, almost 10 we've been friends, but in term 3, four days after year 9 camp in Tasmania, something happened. Nothing bad has ever come between us, I didn't know how to handle this event. We were in a Skype call with two other friends, Phil and Felix. I just stayed calm and told Mark what I had to say. "Do you want to go out with me?" After that, everything has been perfectly fine, until term 4. Dan, Mark, Phil and I have broken our friendship with Felix, something on camp happened between Felix and Dan, not going into detail, but Dan and Felix are not friends anymore.  As time goes on, no one from my friend group is friends with Felix, I think he hangs out with Cry and Ethan.

Felix and I are now friends, so now there is nothing wrong with our relationship since Friday the 10th of November. Felix and I didn't really talk to each other because we were never in the same classes and we only talked to each other on iMessage, but now everything between us is fine, all I did was, write a letter to him and asked someone to give it to him because I don't think he would've taken it kindly and thrown it away before opening it, so I just got Cry to hand it to him and in 4th period, he texted me about how sorry he was too. Now I'm going to spend some time with him and our other friends, since my friends (the ones that aren't friends with Felix), won't talk to him.

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