My life29 Sep, 2011 09:34 AM
I'm only 13 years old now but have gone through and experienced many problems in life.
From the age of two i was violently beaten, saw my mum get beat up nearly everyday by her boyfriend..I was locked in a cupboard and starved for a week, after that i was rushed to hospital very ill. I never really settled down when i was younger, I've lived in so many different places, including living on the streets for months on end..I used to go to sleep in the morning, wake up and my mum had gone.. she'd come back a day or two later leaving me and my little sister home alone at the age of 5.
Things became worse, she took up drugs. It used to kill me watching her take drugs, knowing she was damaging her body.. She was constantly taking it then in bed ill..
Things cheered me up when my baby brother came along, he was gorgeous!The one thing that kept me going, i knew i had to be there for him. My mum never really bothered with him, he was basically my child.
I never really knew my dad as he was in prison a majority of my childhood. However, on my sixth birthday he contacted my mum and wanted to see me so I got the train and went to stay at his friends with him for a week, on the first night he tried to stab me due to being drunk. I really didn't know what to do, i was terrified..I had to put with this the entire week as there was no way of contacting my mum..
When i finally got home, my mum was furious! Him and her had a huge row and it ended up with him in prison again for bricking our window..
By this time i was seven,
My mum had found a new boyfriend now, he was not very nice, he touched me in places he shouldn't and did stuff he shouldn't too me. He beat my mum, but she stayed with him. I was really unhappy at school and they started to pick up on all the bruises on my body, they asked me if I were ok, i just nodded and tried to keep the tears away.
A year later my mums boyfriend had been arrested for raping a young girl.
I carried on at school trying to forget about the home problems, however one day a woman came to pick me up from school, she was a social worker! She took me, my sister and brother from home and we was put into three different care homes.
It tore me apart not being able to see my family!
I got my head down at school and was doing much better, I was finally getting rid of my bruises and started to feel a lot better, however a year later, I was now seven, I got a call from my social worker saying she had some bad news.. I was kinda puzzled by what it could be.. She came out to see me and said my mum had taken a drug overdose and has sadly passed away. Despite my issues with my mum i was devastated. I attempted suicide many times+ split my wrists, i felt like i no longer had anyone, no one to talk too!
The story goes on.. but i think you understand the message of this story..