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A/N I wrote this for my English class during creative writing and felt like sharing it with the wide world of interwebers :)

Pain and Opportunities

How could he do this to me?

There is no-one who can save me from him, my parents are the ones who left me in his care.....how didn't they see what he would become? He was always so carefree and talkative but there was just that one thing that would make him break, the thing that would make him a monster and I never thought that he could hurt me the way he did.

He hurt me for years.....but now I am free.

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My parents and I were always extremely close, I told my mum everything and I was definitely considered a daddy's girl. We were as close as you could get but when I found out that they were gone and had to move-in with my uncle, I didn't know how to feel. I was a 13 year old who no longer had any parents, my life turned upside down after that moment. I had to leave my friends, the town I'd lived in my whole life and move to Melbourne with my Uncle Neil and my Aunt Georgia.

I wasn't left with much time to mourn their death because we moved less than 2 weeks after we were hit with the news, the funeral was short but as soon as that was over we were gone. I didn't get the chance to say goodbye to my friends, we just packed up and left and didn't look back. These past 3 years have been a living hell for me and my parents will never know what my life has become.

Shortly after we moved from my old town, my Aunt was diagnosed with breast cancer and there was nothing much we could do about it. She went to all her appointments and did everything the doctor told her to do, she tried with everything she had to beat it but it wasn't enough. They told her she had 3 months left. I was going to lose someone else in my life but this time....there was absolutely nothing that could be done to save her.

I watched her over that time, you could never tell that inside her body she was falling apart. She still looked the like the same healthy Aunt that I had grown up with but the small changes in her appearance started showing. Her dark auburn hair became washed out and dry, her body constantly looked tired and she never smiled as much, it was like she realised that she wasn't going to be able to be with us for much longer and that soon only her body would be left in this world. My Uncle noticed the changes in her to, it must have been hell to watch the woman that he had loved for most of his life just start to deteriorate and lose the person that she was. He didn't smile as much or go out and see his friends, he just stayed at home and sat beside her. Everyday I would come home from school and find that he had fallen asleep next to her, holding her hand tightly as if that would stop the cancer cells take over her body, to physically keep her from leaving him.

Her fight didn't last for long though, about 2 months after she was diagnosed the cancer took over and she passed away while at home. My Uncle was there but didn't realise what had happened.....he woke up and her hand was cold. I don't know how that would feel and never want to experience it, but he closed himself off from the world after her funeral. It was like when she died, he went as well and the old him never came back.

He started to hit me.

It was 4 months after the funeral when I came home from school and started on my homework when he came upstairs into my room. He didn't look the same, staggering around and holding onto the walls and furniture to try and keep his balance. I didn't realise until after he had left that he was drunk but now it just seems so obvious.

He walked over to my bed and pushed me onto the floor and I landed on my elbow, the pain searing up my arm. I felt a stinging sensation across my face and then a sharp pain to my stomach as he kicked and slapped me repeatedly, each hit leaving behind unconsiderable pain and, no doubt, bruise upon bruise. I didn't realise that he had left, as the pain continued even after he had stopped it felt like the hits kept on coming.

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⏰ Last updated: Jul 10, 2013 ⏰

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