Batman's Cave
Thread Topic: Batman's Cave
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Otaku you were (and still are) my first GTQ sister. I never forget you, and I care about you as much as I care about Jozy.
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Hah. Online. No one in real life gives a f---. If any did I wouldn't be locked in a room without anything to eat most days.
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* will never forget you
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Otaku, can, I show you something?
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I guess.
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This is something that happened in my life, and.....
Is there something wrong with me? Am I so unwanted to others that they rather hang themselves then speak to me? It's happened before. I've watched Death swoop in and takes people's life on multiple occasions. No. Not just one. Many times. First time, I was four.
My mom decided it was alright to smoke crack when she has cancer. Her boyfriend of the hour came home. He was furious at my mother for some reason. I heard screaming and shouting. I hid in my room, not daring to look out. But I couldn't avoid it.
He started hitting my mom. This is the usual events of my day. But this one day the hitting was harder and more fury was added to the punches. He would usually use his fits, but at times put his cigarettes out on me and my sister for fun. My sister tried to interfere, but was thrown in the Christmas tree. My brother just walked into the house, higher than the kite. Not aware of the situation in front of him.
I tried to get my brother's attention. I screamed, and cried. But I, was useless. I seen this happen multiple times, but little did my mom's boyfriend know she was pregnant. Yes, with a little boy, I remember being so happy, I was going to have a little brother I was going to protect from this bad man. I screamed loud enough for my mom's pursuer to stop and look at me. I still remember his words: What the f--- are you doing? You should be in bed. Or do you want me to punish you some more? He started unbuckling his belt, and I screamed again.
I screamed for my brother, and for my mom. My sister was knocked out, bleeding from the ornaments. After the scarring happened, he went to my mother again. He pounded his fists into her gut. Blow after blow. No one could do anything. I was terrified he would do it again. My mom pushed him into the table, and he yelled. I remember the next part like it just happened. It felt like time stopped, he raised his foot and kicked her in the stomach. Blood gushed out, I realized then, my brother, sweet, sweet Joey, is dead. -
Poor thing...
I've witnessed multiple murders is my life..
*laughs gently* *tears running down my face* I've been beaten so much before... First time, I was two. These boys from next door, I won't go into detail, but, let's say I puked, coughed, and spat blood for the next three days after that... my uncle and aunt... well... Let's just say I don't have that one in a lifetime opportunity anymore. -
Ouch...
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I've been beaten, and raped. It wasn't fun. But I took it to save my mom.
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Being two years old, almost dying then.. I didn't take it for anyone. Everyone loves my parents, so I dunno what I did. Loosing your virginity when your 8 isn't fun either. Also, my 15 year old cousins molest me every time I'm at my aunts, both boys. One time, my cousins, uncle, and aunt, well, lets just say it was forced lemons.
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I was two my first time. When I was in foster care...I didn't know....but you don't loose your virginity! You didn't give it up! So therefore, it's still with you!
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I...
Never mind.
Just.. *curls up slightly* *shaky breaths* -
I don't wanna talk about this anymore. Memor......
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M'kay...
I'll.. be back.. -
[*Silently stalking thread, tears whealming up in my eyes*]
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