The depression of my life

Part 1

It was on May 13th of 2009, I was in the projects and my dad is an alcoholic. His buddy pissed him off cause he said that my friends mom needed to quit watching us for free. He got pissed off and said something went after my brother and picked him up slammed him on the ground. He then threw him acrossed the kitchen and then came for me drop kicked me in the kitchen and then he went for me again mom pushed ma said go ahead that'll be the last mf thing you do. My dad then ran out the house and then ran after the guy that did the shit to piss him off and went to kill him but nothing happened to them.   Then on April 9th the next year I was only 9 years old no clue what was going on and I was drugged and inappropriate pics were taken and that night I was raped. Then a few months later I was molested by my moms best friends boyfriend and so was her oldest daughter. That then was when I was becoming suicidal which has caused me to be in the psychiatric Ward for a while. I then tried doing it again and my mom never cared anymore. She's pushed me away basically saying fuck you, you don't mean Shit to me. That then was when I had to make the decision live with the drunken asshole or live with an asshole stepfather living off of my mother. I also had thoughts of just packing my Shit and riding down home where I'm originally from. I am originally from Jacksonville North Carolina, I came up here on 9/11 I was on my way up here for my moms side of the family to meet me. I was her first born child but anyways while that shit was going on I was on a plane above the one that crashed just outside of Pittsburgh in summerset. My mom hadn't realized it but we were above the crashes. My father down in NC was at his naval base freaking I left home at 6 am and landed in Pittsburgh at approximately 9:23 am. There were my grand parents standing there excited to meet there first born grandchild my grandma was fighting cancer. My grandfather was devastated about that but she ended up in the hospital a week later and died of a heart attack on September 28th 2001 I was only 47 days old. But now I'm currently 15 I'm scarred for life, epileptic, talented, and somewhat athletic. Y'all can get a hold of me through Facebook and messenger @ Aubrey Nowaczynski or on snapchat you can add me on there by email, my email is imafatass371@gmail.com
Hopefully I'll be able to update soon just started this book this morning I'm very tired it's 6:17 am still have yet to be to bed.