Two Weeks

Two Weeks

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This is more or less a description of Life. Life in itself is hard. I don't expect this story to get out to many people. I don't expect much of anything from it. I'm writing it to simply explain and hope someone can relate. It's not much of anything and will never amount to anything. But- I'm writing it to help me and even if it reaches one person that is good enough for me. excerpt- I call this two weeks for the sole purpose that it was the length of my punishment. See, not everything goes as planned and two weeks turns to three weeks and so on and so forth. My punishment was supposed to be two weeks but it is slowly but surely rearing its end onto four weeks. This story will explain everything that happened to get me into trouble, what happened during those few weeks and the outcome of this whole shebang. This story contains graphic depictions of violence, sexuality, strong language, and/or other mature themes. Read at your own risk. The names in this story have been changed to protect peoples privacy and rights. --thank you--
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The average human being spends every second of his day fighting against the force of nature to see another day. But I'm different. I'm not afraid of outside forces to take my life away - only myself. Approximately 10 years ago, something happened to me. Something really bad. But I'm not allowed to talk about it. As a way to release my frustration, I give hell to my body and everyone I come in contact with - especially my parents. No one knows about what happened except the ones who did it...and Him. But he didn't stay. Now, he's back and he's not talking either. I want to stop hurting, I need to stop. Make me stop.

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