Decay

My Life

It's been years since ive been happy. It all started when I was 6. I was a happy kid, always laughing, playing...smiling. Well, that was until the 23 of June. I was home with my 3 sisters and step-dad. I was in my room coloring in a spider-man coloring book. My step-dad called me to my parents room, so being the innocent obedient child I was, I went to the room. My step-dad was drinking that night and I could smell it in his breathe. "...do I have to?" I asked, knowing what was about to happen. "Why else would I call you in here" he said in a very calm voice. I got on my knees slowly then i felt his hand on the back of my head. I started to tear up and resist. Long story story short, he rapped me...for third time. I eventually told my mom what he has been doing, but she didn't want to believe me.
I moved in with my grandma when i was 7. Can you imagine? Being 7, and realizing your own mother doesn't want you anymore. Its painful. I eventually got over it and lived my life. I was in middle school when i realised how brutal people can be. When i was in 6th grade is when i started to change. Being picked on by literally everyone. When i was in 6th grade i wasn't really...popular as some may say. I was considered the weird kid. I was always picked on about my weight and looks. It bothered me to the point i didnt want to go back to school. Id tell a councillor and they said they'll handle it....they didn't. I told my grandma what had happened and she called up to the school. Of course the fuckers didn't do anything about it. This happened all the way through middle school. I cried myself to sleep most nights...I even got tp the point of self harm. I realize its a stupid thing to do...but it was my only escape...