#5121 - 11/28/04 05:10 AM
My Fucked up life
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Train
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- Shory real life story -
I was a active child, I always used to enjoy building camps and digging up worms with my friends but I also had another side of life, a side which will stick with me for the rest of my life.
I was about five when it started, I woke up and it was like any other day, I looked around me and I could see the house was getting untidy but it was fine after all I was only a kid. With haste I quickly ran down the stairs to get some breakfast, later I moved myself into the living room to find a site which is now printed into my mind… my mother was sitting there with a needle in her arm, I was to young to understand what see was doing so I just sat down and left it, I never even questioned what she was doing. A few years pasted until I found out what was really going on and that my mother was addicted to drugs and later that year I found my father was as well, but my mind was corrupted by television and I thought this was not extremely rare.
My father told me to sit down, I did as he said he muttered the words “Don’t tell anyone” I agreed as I knew they would get into trouble with the police if I told anyone. Life was fine and the drugs never really affected my life in any way. Then we moved from my house and the local area, I was deeply saddened to lose my friends, but the place we was moving to was meant to be much better, much more peaceful, we moved into a flat on the first floor. I made some friends again and all was good. A few months past then certain people started moving in who only had one aim, the aim to make other people’s lives hell. It started as only small things such as name calling and milk stealing but then It grew. By this time I had made a new best mate, his name was Luke, Luke was 3 years older than me but has caught Meningitis and went deaf, I met Luke while seeing him in the local part and I said something to him and he just blanked me (Or so I thought) and in the end I just shouted “ARE YOU DEAF OR SOMETHING”. Then this 17 year old approached me, and to my shook said “Yes he is”. I felt so bad but after a few months we got to know each other though hand signals and lip reading. I used to sleep over his house a lot. I could not have him sleeping over mine due to the state the house was in, dog waste on the floor, rubbish in piles as high as me and needles on what space there was.
3 AM in the morning of a summers day I woke to a loud bang, it sounded like near thunder, then I heard my father run down the stairs and hold the door shut and shout “Get the fuck away” then I heard words I would not forget “It’s the police Mr Nethersole” At this time my sister woke and come into my room, we never said a thing to each other and just sat on my bed and waited. I kept hearing the police talking on there radio devices and then I over heard the fact they was bringing dogs in to search the house. A police officer entered my room and flashed his torch in my eyes, a was blinded for a while, my mother at this time had ran my next door neighbor (And my best friends mum) to ask if me and my sister could stay at her house for the rest of the day… she agreed. I never slept that night, I just stared out the window unto my garden which had dogs walking around it and 3 police vans parked there. At around 7am a female police offer entered the house I was staying at and told us to get dressed for school, this mad me really angry, they broke unto my house really early and kept talking to us like we was breaking the law to, we refused and Trish (the lady who owns the house that we was staying in) said that we could stay for a while and that we will not go to school. When I went outside I realized that everyone saw what happened in the morning and people kept asking me questions of which I did not have a reply for. Things sorted themselves out and my parents were allowed to go as they never found any drugs.
The police did call social services and they was going to come around in two days to check the state of the house, so we asked Trish and Luke to help put all rubbish in the attic, they helped and the house looked clean again.
We moved once again and this time we moved to a horrid place, first day we was there someone put a piece of paper though the letter box saying “You won’t last long”, life went on how it was before, the house was a right mess but only this time my father started hitting me, I have a image in my head of my fathers hand which has a server ring on it, it bruised my skin and left marks which I still have to this day. We never went to school and my mother was working as a prostitute. Neither my mother nor father ever went shopping so me and my sister did, and the only time we left the house and felt self was at very early morning (such as 3AM) and we used to go to Asda (Walmart) to buy the food shopping, I felt like a idiot, walking around in town at 3Am, buying weeks food with £10 pound. A few months later social services raided our house with a joint effort with the police and we was taken away, my Nan accepted to look after us for the “2” weeks that we was meant to be away from my parents.
----- 2 Years later ----
I now have a incredable hate for my parents; they could of ruined my whole life, by not sending me to school and destroying my trust in people. Now days I try to stay away from ever loving people as all it does it clause heart heard
---- Point ---
A child's childhood is the most important thing that can happen to someone and my life has fucked me up for ever.
---- Thanks ---
Thanks for reading this, I like to get my point across and I hope this has made you think.
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#16868 - 03/12/08 04:28 PM
Re: My Fucked up life
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ryan
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yo dats sad srry to hear that 
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