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My story starts at the age of three. Well maybe it should actually start the day I was born but for that to happen I'm gonna have to tell you what others have told me happened in my early years and... Well that's not a lot. So lets see I'm gonna start this by telling you about my family and what I've been told happened the first couple of years of my life. So I grew up with two parents. They weren't exactly... affectionate or loving actually they were cold brutal and abusive. Thinking back sometimes I wonder how I even made it out alive... Actually no I wonder why I even made it alive I truly wish I hadn't. Anyways back to the story. So I have seven siblings two older siblings who's married and moved out with their wives and kids. I have two other older siblings both in college and two older siblings who's been MIA since I was what 11-12 years old. Lastly I have my little brother Sam though I see him more as a son than I see him as a little brother. Let's see the day I was born I've been told the neurologist who had been keeping an eye on me and my mom during her pregnancy quickly took me into another room after my mother got a emergency c-section. So after being taking into another room I quickly got cleaned of and prepped for surgery. I can't remember what kind of surgery it was but I can remember when I was born something was wrong with my brain which of course is why a neurologist would take me into surgery right after an emergency c-section. I was born at seven months old which as you should know is two months to early. So the first I don't know 6-7 months of my life I was very well loved in my family. Well I was liked by most of my family at least for some reason my mother never really did like me... Who am I kidding she despised me always have probably always will. I remember when I was five I asked her why she hated me and she just slapped me so hard I started to bled ever since then I haven't asked her about... Well anything really except for the time Sammy got so sick he had to be taken to the hospital and I had to ask her to come sign some papers or something. Three months after my second birthday was and is the happiest day of my life. The day my little brother Sam was born. He's the only one that's ever looked up to me never called me bad things he's always patient never angry and never has he ever been disappointed in me. That includes the time that he was ten and I was twelve and he walked in on me high as a kite and joint in one hand and a bloody razor blade in the other. He only shook his head and told me "You shouldn't know what cutting is or weed for that matter. Let alone do it and smoke it." I remember having a cough attack because of the joint before I chugged it in the toilet and answered him "I know. But to be honest Sam neither should you." He gave me a sad smile as he looked me in the eye and with a little nod of his head he told me "Neither of us should. But I guess you could say our situation isn't exactly normal so who would expect us to be? Besides I can't really blame you for this I've seen what you go through and I'm proud you haven't broken your promise and left me yet." I looked at him a tired expression clear on my face as I gave him a genuine smile the first genuine one in a long time. "A promise should never be broken. And Sam I'm telling you know this is a promise that I will never break." Boy if I had known how my life was gonna turn out I would have never promised him to never kill myself in the first place let alone tell him I was never going to break it. Let's just start the story here now that you've gotten some basic knowledge. Welcome to the hell I call my life. | ||||||||||||||
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