I'm Sorry Mommy.

I'm sorry.

"I'm sorry mommy ",I shouted as she beat the living crap out of me with a belt. "I can't believe you would brake the vase". "Mommy I'm sorry , I'm sorry" my cries were getting weaker and weaker. This was grandmother's vase. Mom was crying and whipping me with my dead dads belt. Thank God the neighbors heard my cries , I could have died. I was only 6 at this time , my fragile little body had many ,many bruises , broken bones, and scratches. Being 6 and getting beaten and whipped because of breaking a vase is a scary thing. I'm now 12 years old and every single night I still have a nightmare about mom beating me. To make things worse for my mom and what really turned her into the monster she had become, was my father dying sitting right next to us. We watched him die! After the cops had gotten called, they rushed me to the hospital. They said it was a miracle that i had survived. My aunt Allison had adopted me. And life with her was not any better.