When I was born, I wasn't crying. And that's because there was a hole in my left lung. I wasn't breathing, didn't shift, wasn't crying, wasn't screaming. Because I had no choice but to do nothing, but finally as grew up it healed. As I turned eight, I had an operation. The hole was stitched up, but I actually started getting abused by my mothers boyfriend, this started when one night I was shouting for my mum because I had found my lost teddy, but I heard slapping and shouting, suddenly it got silent... and not in a good way. The door slammed. I was curious, but when I heard my mum crying.. I slowly walked back to my room, looking back one or two times.
12:36 at night
I had heard my mother screaming, sounding saying.. well, this is all I pretty much heard:
"No! Don't! Please don't take my--" Then it sounded as if she was knocked out. I heard running up the stairs. Then huge, loud, banging on my door "OPEN UP, KID!! YOUR MUM IS KNOCKED OUT! NO-ONE IS COMIN' TO SAVE 'YA!" And I started to panic, and cry.
He smashed my door down with a huge baseball bat. Sprinted over to me, and everything went black..
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10 hours later...
After I had realized I was in a bag, I cried. Then there was a thud, and a growl, and a shout, and a whipping noise. Something ripped the bag, and this was just my face..
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