The Diary of Amanda Livington[on hold]

The Diary of Amanda Livington

I never thought I would be abused, but when my Dad died and my mom remarried, I experienced more than I needed. I remember the pain of losing my Dad, though it would be hard for any five year old to get over a parent’s death, I found it even more hard. It was one of the few times he actually picked me up from school. A car flew at us and bam, he was gone forever. It didn’t help when my mom got cancer when I was eleven. It had been six years since my dad’s death, but the pain was still there. After a lengthy amount of treatments, they reduced her cancer to the size of a pea. My Mom remarried soon after the reduction of the cancer, hoping to bring me and her some new joy, but a few months after the wedding, her cancer had spread killing her in a matter of months. When my mom had been at the hospital, my stepdad started beating me for practically everything. My mom and I were both living in pain, but she didn’t know. I didn’t tell her, I couldn’t. It would only bring both of us more pain. After she died, I got hit more and more, for no reason. My stepdad remarried and I hoped my stepmother would bring hope, but she hit me too. It only got worse every year, so I started thinking about my options: I could work through the pain, kill myself, or run away. Working through the pain would be pointless and killing myself would be stupid, so that brought me to one thing: running away.