Opinion
Stories about life are all the same. With the twists and turns, ups and downs, but now they are sounding more and more alike, with all the rapes or molestations, abuse of both the physical and mental state. It’s become a conspiracy how young kids and teenagers are brought up in worlds where they can’t be kids; they are forced to grow up at young ages. More and more kids, teens and adults are being medicated for depression or hospitalized for self mutilation or attempts at suicide. So many people of the world are mentally unstable. I too have my own story. Yes, I had it easy compared to what others have gone through but it was tough none the less.
My story
My story started when I was ten. I was in the fifth grade when I got dark feelings implanted inside of me, when I was no longer allowed to be me. Now the people responsible for introducing me to the real world that has been consumed by hate, fear and distrust, scandals, lies and thievery, have scarred me in a way that is too brutal and brings tears to my eyes when I even think that others have had it worse.
Opinion
It’s sad when teens or adults don’t dare to remember their past. They can’t! With the truth that lies down deep. It hurts and haunts them. The horrible part of all of this, a lot of these stories have something else in common, something that is so horrible it makes my veins burn with rage. A lot of the victims in stories like these are victimized by people they are supposed to be able to trust, like a family member, a friend or a friend of the family.
My Story
So as I said before, I was ten years old when the hell started! He was mine and my sister’s baby sitter, both him and his wife. They lived next door to my family, and had been friends of the family for a LONG time.
My sister and I were attending a near by Elementary school. Every morning we would go to THEIR house until the bus came, and everyday after school we would get off the bus there until our mother got home. They were older, in their 50’s or so and they were the old fashioned type, ALWAYS trying to teach us to respect our elders, and if ANYONE tried to touch us or violate us in any way we could go to them HA BULLSHIT…. but as I was saying with the things that her husband was doing, we were unknowingly becoming very angry with everyone. My grades took a nose dive. My parents had no idea what was going on, they were clueless, It’s sad really that they didn’t know that there was something wrong. Who’s to blame them, I mean seriously these people from next door were supposed to be trustable, and that sneaky bastard covering his tracks well, with bribes and blackmail and telling us in front of everyone that we could talk to him if any thing was wrong.
HE started off slow, until he knew he had no chance of getting caught. He would bribe us with candy, try to get us to sit on his lap or get us to kiss him. He told us that he had pictures of us going to the bathroom. He said that he hid in the closet with the doors closed and took them. Now I believed him but a part of me didn’t, but that didn’t stop me from looking in the closet every time I had to take a shower or go to the bathroom over there. To be perfectly honest now that I’m older and I understand a lot more, there were NEVER any pictures, the reason I know that is because the closet door yea you could see through the little planks of wood but if you took a picture it wouldn’t ever come out right, but that just shows what a devious bastard he was.
Some nights we would have to sleep over there, not out of our own free will of course. Any way I woke up in the middle of the night and he was standing in the door way looking at us. I remember he would give me this sneaky bastard smile and say “I bet you don’t know how many kisses I got from you tonight.”
Opinion
I don’t understand how people can do that to little kids. FUCK with their fragile minds that badly! It brings tears to my eyes just writing about it. Putting my self eight years in to my past just so people don’t feel alone, it’s hard but I hope it helps.
My Story
Other times when we would be over there it would be after school my sister and I would be out on the porch watching TV. Their porch was enclosed and was connected to the living room it had a hard wood floor with a piece or carpet that didn’t cover the whole floor; it was over top of the garage too. On the wall closest to the road had a couch and an end table that held the games and puzzles, to the right of the porch entrance was an old fashioned TV with cable and above that was air conditioning that was usually always on. To the left of the porch entrance was a table with a table cloth where we would sit and play games or do homework. Well as I was saying my sister and I would be watching TV lying on the floor, and HE would be lying on the couch. We would be rather cold because the air conditioning kept the room very cold, so we would put our arms in our shirts to keep warm, and he would make a comment like “ o can I put my hands in there too?” or he would try to pull up my shirt. When he did that my sister and I did go to his wife about it and he said he was “kidding” and we got yelled at. We didn’t realize it then how wrong it was for someone to “joke around” like that with kids our age.
Opinion
Trust me I’m fully aware of it now! You can bet on that. Now when most people see babies, toddlers, or little kids they think O I can’t wait to have my own, or Eh kids aren’t my thing, well to tell you the truth I am one of the people who does not want kids, but I’m thinking it isn’t because I don’t have the patience it’s because I’m afraid they won’t be able to have the life I never had, I won’t be able to protect them from the same things that a lot of us have been through. Now I’m not sure how to deal with that, and I’m now just starting therapy but if I could have started a long time ago I would have.
My Story
Now moving on with the bastard’s lies and deceit, in fifth grade both my sister and I started swearing, you could tell we were becoming more in tune with our anger for the people around us. So there was a time when he got smarter then I gave him credit for, of course I wouldn’t like to call it intelligence more like a jackass move. My sister and I had both noticed that he had stopped making remarks or trying any thing for that matter for a few days. What he did makes me so angry my blood boils at the thought and I even get angry with my self for not going with my gut feelings, HE fucking had a stereo on the kitchen floor that I clearly noticed and a thought passed through my mind that I soon thought nothing of a few minuets after, I thought “is he recording us?” and low and behold he was… he was fucking recording us swearing at him. I couldn’t believe it! That bastard had us in a corner or so we thought. We were young we didn’t realize that us swearing at him was not in any way, shape or form as bad as what he was doing to us.
Opinion
You know what angers me the most about all these stories, the bastards who are doing these horrible things to us all are getting away with it. They take advantage of situations and people. They go for the young kids because they know they get scared easily and that you tell them damn near anything they will believe it. It makes me sick how people can be so sick minded.
My Story
Now the day he really fucked with my head I remember almost vividly but thank god it has faded over the years. Now here is what happened, I had just gotten home from school
Now you are most likely wondering why not tell. You had no proof that the pictures were real and you didn’t believe that they were, maybe the tapes weren’t real…. O but they were. He gave us one, every morning he would play these sick little mind games with us, we would have to try and find the bags of candy, and sometimes a tape you be involved. Actually now that I think about it, we acquired two of the cassettes. One we destroyed and the other we taped over. He wasn’t playing around.
After that, my memories have faded, up until the day before sixth grade it was a normal day like any other, or so it seemed that way. It was the last day of summer vacation, My sister and I were over there till my mom got home, and my older brother was at our house because he was old enough to stay home alone but not old enough to baby sit my sister and I. I remember I was sitting in their kitchen watching TV and my sister was on the porch watching TV, HE was lying on the couch taking a nap and his lovely bitch of a wife was out school shopping with their nephew. So we were home alone with him. So as I was watching TV I got this weird feeling something was wrong, so I got up and went over to him and tried to wake him up, no luck so I called to my sister and she came out. Then he started gasping for air, and as calm as if nothing was going on I grabbed the phone and called over to my house for my brother who wasn’t much but two years older then us. I told my brother that he was breathing funny and he came over and called 911.
