When I Was Nine

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At nine years of age, you should feel safe, loved, and protected, but that isn't always the case. The following stories are true, and I am sharing them as a form of therapy. Thank you for reading.(CC) Attrib. NonComm. ShareAlike

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I never thought I would be in this position. Fighting a battle I can't win, facing a future I can't control. Finally happy with the life I live while being faced with the possibility that I won't survive it. Yet here I am. Forced to confront the ghost of my mothers death, my tormentor of nine years, and a truth I wish I could forget. For the first time in my life, I want to live. But how do I do that when every day could be my last? How do I find out who I really am when I've spent so long pretending to be someone I wasn't, out of survival? This is my story. And yet I'm not sure I'll survive it.

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Drama. Drama. Drama. That pretty much describes my life. I mean when your living with your 7 older brothers, 5 cousins, best friends, and a 3 month old baby, life can't get any better! And then there's school. Well school is school. Loaded with a the different 'groups' of kids. The geeks, popular, etc. And last but not least, my parents. We don't even know where they are most the time since they go on business trips after business trips. They come for for a week at the most and leave again. My family is not rich, but not poor. We have more than enough money to get the nice things we want, but we have to earn them. My life sounds pretty interesting huh?

"We want you home Sorella" Mason said to me. "I couldn't give two shits what you want." I said back. He looked pissed. I could feel someone coming towards me with a needle aimed at my neck. Elijah and Everly are two identical twin girls. Elijah was suppose to be a boy, but kept the name nether the less. They look the exact same, except for the eyes. Eli has her Fathers, whereas Everly has her Mothers. Their parents loved the twins, Well Everly. Her mum and step-dad hated Elijah with a passion. Whereas Everly was treated like a princess, Elijah was treated like something on the back of their shoe. Until one day, they both got called into the office to find out they both died in a car crash. Everly cried as Elijah sat stone-faced. They also find out that they have five older brothers. Five Controlling and annoying older brothers with a huge secret of their own. Not forgetting that Eli refuses to become part of their life. Everly is enough for them in her eyes. Will Elijah survive on her own? Or will her brothers drag her home? And will she stay? Badass- #1 Twins - #1 Running - #1 Mafiaprincess - #1 Brothers - #1 Brother - #1 Father-daughter - #1 Family - #4 out of 246k stories

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It wasn't a question but I answered anyway "Of course. They are family." "What if they don't feel the same way?" "Then that's understandable. They had their trust broken at a very early age by the people who were supposed to protect and love them. I have been very open with them and have told them several times that they are family to me now. I have also said that if they don't feel the same then that's okay. Either way it's my job to protect and love them" This story embodies the trope of Found Family. I originally wrote it as a comfort story for myself, but figured someone else might also need the same comfort I get from it.

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I never thought I would be in this position. Fighting a battle I can't win, facing a future I can't control. Finally happy with the life I live while being faced with the possibility that I won't survive it. Yet here I am. Forced to confront the ghost of my mothers death, my tormentor of nine years, and a truth I wish I could forget. For the first time in my life, I want to live. But how do I do that when every day could be my last? How do I find out who I really am when I've spent so long pretending to be someone I wasn't, out of survival? This is my story. And yet I'm not sure I'll survive it.

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