Reality was telling me that I was being abused.
By my own mother.
I know right?
Who would do such a thing?
I never understood why.
I always thought it was my fault.
Thoughts like "I'm the worst kid around" were always roaming through my head.
Every night, I was in so much pain and heartache.
I didn't know what to do with myself.
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Being the Abused Child
FanfictionThis is a story of a girl going through abusement. What she is doing is crying and getting a painful beating. She is often scared to come home sometimes because she knows she's going to get hurt. She hates it. All she thinks about now is ending her...
