They didn’t show any mercy nor a slight of remorse and I couldn’t do anything to save myself because they threatened me and I knew that they could kill me. They stopped when their friends came and I was left lying on the floor. I was too weak to stand up and my vision was getting blurry. Another night of sleeping here maybe next time I should transfer my bed here, I thought then went off to sleep. The next day, I woke up and the whole house gave off a strong stench of cigarette smoke, alcohol and other drugs that I do not know.
He turned around and punched her in her chest then her face and when she fell to the ground he jumped on top of her and started choking her. I tried to get him off of her but i couldn't lift him because i was just a little kid and when he finally got off of her i started yelling at him and i told my stepmother to all the police before we had left. I told my sisters that i love them before i left. he made me get into the truck with him and we left from the house and the irritating thing to me is that every time he is drunk and driving he likes to blast rock music and speed everywhere he is going. When we were leaving the apartment complex he was passing by the grocery store that was a couple blocks away from our place.
I was also scared that I was going to hurt someone or even worse kill someone. It all started when me and my friend got in a fight. I was just so angry I felt like I was going to explode. When all the sudden I passed out during our fight. When I woke up I was in a white room.
As the night progress I made my rounds every half hour and when the wee hours of the morning came around I started to doze off. I was awoken by a resident who couldn't sleep due to their neighbors crying. "If you can get that girl back in her room an keep her quite, I won't tell the supervisor that you weren't sleeping" he muttered. As if I didn't have a choice. The barracks was three floors high full of people but at this hour the silence had a certain eeriness to it.
I never really had a hero that I looked up or wanted to be like. Of course I have people in my life who I would consider “good people” but never anyone I would consider my hero. It took me some time but I have come to the realization that I have been my own personal hero all along. I have conquered all the battles and war life have thrown at me and I do know that there will be more for me to overcome. Although, this time I am ready like never before because I know that I have to save myself.
I was scared to go to school because I didn't want her to get mad at me again. She still weeks later asks my friend to do things in front of me purposely leaving me out. It is awkward and uncomfortable. This girl still goes out of her way to make sure I am left out of
He looked at me and while I smiled at him. He asked if this was the floor I was suppose to get off and I replied with a smile saying yes. I stood there still, watching the elevator doors close. He looked at me confused and started laughing. Which made me laugh too, but I didn’t say anything.
It was fun but afterwards he was trying to tell me i did not have to let my mom hide me from him and i flipped out at him saying that i left and did not talk to him because you focused i said on everyone else but me and i was wasting my life with you. And in a way he used me because after the wedding he did not talk to me for the longest time he kept asking to talk to me and i said i was done. He broke me down enough i did not talk to my own friends and i did not want to go through that again. He tried and tried and i shut him down time after time and not once did i look back and think he might have changed. He crossed the line when he started telling everyone we knew that my mom had been hiding me from him.