I want food so bad, I even dream about it. I went on the trip with them. I was stealing food. I stole from the cafeteria. Mom must have known. She made me puke It up. Then I had to eat it. Dad just sat there and watched as I ate it. How could she do this? One time she tried to make me eat my brother’s dirty diaper. I bought more time. I would rather her hit me than make me eat my brother’s crap.
Child Called It-David
Monday, December 12, 2011
Chapter 3
They went on the trip without me? I felt hopeless. I tried to run away. I wanted to be with my mom. When she got back I received beatings. I tried to tell her I wanted to be with her. Dad bought me some color-by-numbers. Mom yelled at him for “going behind her back”. All I can say is that dad is trying. She wanted me to lie on top of the stove. I bought time though. I won.
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
Chapter 2
When I was younger I loved Christmas. This time of year I remember the most. We had lights and I remember our house being the best. I always find it easy to escape to these old times when she hits me. I remember taking trips around the city. She was always teaching us. Even if we didn’t know it. I miss those times. I just wish we could go back to the way things use to be. I know my parents were happy. I feel like I tore them apart.
Chapter 1
I didn’t know she seen me with my hands out of the water. She hit me. But I got breakfast. Thank god. I was starving. I went to school and the nurse recorded everything. I wish I didn’t have to do this. The kids hate me! I’m the food thief to them. I wish they knew I wasn’t bad. I’m called down to the office and they are all so worried about me. I’m so scared they are going to call mother. I ended up leaving with a Police Officer. He said I was free. What does this word mean?
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