it happened the first when I was four its kind of hazy you know when you think really far back in
your memories I was in my brothers bedroom I don't remember how it started but they say its
something fun but I cant tell no one the next day we were going to church I walked into the living
room one of my brothers I'll name him Jim said don't say anything but as he said that my mom
walked in and asked what he was talking about he told on me saying it was my idea some how
twisting to were I got my ass beat nothing happened to him that was the beginning,,,
growing up in a big family you fall into these groups were there are the oldest the middle and
the youngest I fall in the middle there are four of us in the middle group two brothers me and my
twin so we were not that important as the oldest and the youngest I know I sound like a victim
but that's the way it was but as time went on things got worse there are things I do not
remember maybe that's a good maybe not maybe my little mind could not handle that many
things happening to me......
so as i write its going to get harder I need to get down in print to know I told my story that I
didn't suffer for nothing I want this to help others knowing there not going through it alone just
know it will end there's always a light you may not see it now but you will just keep on living surviving you may not believe but the father watch's over all of us I have to believe
YOU ARE READING
live or die
Non-Fictionthe only thing keeping me going is my twin sister so sit back and listen its going to be a hell of a ride
