Suicide sadness. (UNDER CONSTRUCTION)

Chapter two

Back when Amie was Six, she lived In a run down estate, where poverty and unemployment were ripe. She lived in a two bedroom house with her parents and older brother, steven, Most of the local parents were on drugs, and the kids were on track to become the next prison generation, spending most of their time on street corners drinking alcohol and spending their money on cigarettes.

Her parents, yes they were on drugs too, Cannabis, pot, weed, whatever you want to call it, imagine waking up to that smell rather than the smell of freshly cooked bacon or pancakes, like 'normal kids' Do. Most of the weekly money from the jobcentre went on drugs, leaving Amie and her brother hungry on some days, they only ate one meal a day. Amie's mum used to have two close friends, and all of those used to hang around most nights, often with a bottle of alcohol, both of her friends had children, boys a little older than Amie. Amie and Steven were like best friends with eachother, and the boys, Jordan and John.

Jordan and John would come over almost every night, most of the time Amie, steven, John and Jordan would play with their toys, they would play with dolls and barbies when Amie got her way, or when outside would play footbal, build camps in the back garden and play hide and seek , They were all like one big happy family.

As Steven was abit older, he began to hang around with different people, people from school, which left Amie with Jordan and John, she didn't mind at first because they were like her brothers. But very quickly things became very sour. (things will get graphic from here) Okay, no skating around the bush, they raped her. well gang raped her? or abused her? whichever you would say? imagine that, every night, to a poor, young girl of six, her womb wouldn't have even formed properly, it was even before she hit puberty. She was Six when she first got violated, when her innocence got stolen, when her beautiful mind first became corrupt.

I won't go into detail in this chapter, as I think you have the right to skip the most gruesome part of Amie's story, if you so wish, so if you don't want any details, don't read chapter three, just skip past it... but I'll tell you a little in this chapter, They used to say it was a game, Mammys and daddys, remember when you played mammys and daddys, I bet it wasn't like that. Usually it involves a doll and a baby's push chair, not a bed and blanket. Amie began hating her home life, she didn't like hiding things, she didn't tell her parents, she hid it, just like they told her too, they told her, that her mammy and daddy do it so she had to, they made her believe that the pain she went through was normal she knew it was wrong, she knew it was bad, she said no at first, but then after the second or third time, she gave up saying no. It did no good, Amie believed it was her fault.

Surely her parents would blame her. After the first time Amie was convinced she was pregnant, little did she know at that point she had to have her period to become pregnant. Amie never got much sleep, she lay and planned how she could take a test, she worried about what to do if she was pregnant, she planned on running away. She decided she would save up her pocket money as she knew she would need food and She would take her clothes with her, and she would find a tunnel to live in..... Of course this came to nothing Amie was only six though, and should never have had this on her mind.

Amie lay in bed every night and she thought about how if her parents found out what they would do? they'd kill her.

"I should do it first." she thought.