my story

5 years old

When I was 5 I lived with my my real parents, my brothers and sister. One day I don't know why he had the inspiration to do this but my brother came to me and he raped me. After that I immediately went to my birth mom and she took me to the hospital with my real dad. My real dad and my stepmom were together and they got married they wouldn't allow step parents to be in the hospital room. I guess. After I that they said that I wasn't allowed to see my step mom. My birth mom said that I should definitely go to something called the (Christmas Box) which is basically just juvie. They keep you in a room that looks like a jail cell, you have a door, you have a hard mattress, and a little window that is the size of putting your two hands together in a square. It's not fun being in the jail I can tell you that. I was there for 6 months I couldn't have any contact with my parents or brothers and sisters. I didn't have any contact with anyone they would keep you in the jail cell for 23 hours not to come out unless you needed to use the bathroom.
               (TRIGGER WORNING)

They give you food through a little slit in the door. They give you real silverware butter knives and everything. In that moment I really wasn't thinking right and well they gave me a butter knife because if in the morning we had toast, eggs,and pancakes and stuff. I took that butter knife and I slit my leg open. They had to take me to the doctors and get me stitches. I have the scar on my leg.

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