Personal Narrative: My Experience With Domestic Violence

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I wish that day had never happen, people now looked and treated me differently. Domestic violence. I was just walking around when a blue Mustang pulled up next to me. I started frantically backing away from it when I saw four Socs getting out. I tried running away but it was no use. They were bigger and faster. One guy with black hair came forward and grabbed me cussing out in a low voice. I tried to hide my fear, when he was telling me how many ways he could kill me. One of them punched me in the face. I was gasping for breath hoping some of the guys would come along, but no one was there. The Socs punching me didn 't bother to take of his rings which made the bleeding much worse. I held my cheek as a thin trickle of blood ran down my face. I whimper and crumple to the floor as a well aimed kick comes to contact with my stomach. I curl up into a ball as the violence continues, but this only seems to excites them as they laugh and point at me gleefully. Every blow sent a sharp searing jolt of my pain through my body. I remember lying there, unable to move. My entire face was throbbing and my chest was killing me. I heard the motor of the Mustang as they drove away,…show more content…
On top of that I don 't get enough food to eat, I often sleep outdoors, and sometimes I 've even contemplate suicide. Yet the gang always stops me, If it wasnt for the gang, I would never have known what love and affection are. My parents never showed me what love or affection are. They abuse me both physically and verbally and when they don 't abuse me, they 're ignoring me. I can stay away from home for long periods of time and nobody seems to care or notice. The gang is my only support system especially Dallas Winston. I 've always looked up to Dally because Dally is living proof that one can survive without parents or family. I want to follow in the footsteps of Dally,

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