Child Abuse Story From AJ1
by AJ
My mom always would hit me throw things at me i was like 5 or 6...and i never knew my dad. like one time i was doing homework and my mom just smashed my hand with something like a hammer i thought it was broken but wasnt it was just badly messed up i had my older brother take care of it though he asked me what happend but i was too afraid to tell him so i just told him i fell and landed on my hand i knew he wouldnt believe it but it was all i could tell him...but he was out of the house almost everyday all day but when he comes home sometimes i try to go in his room with him and try to tell him but he tells me to get out i never allowed in his room i never have the chance to tell him even i try to tell him but he dont listen or dont want to listen and then like the next day when he went to school my mom told my school i was sick with flu but i wasnt i was really scared with what she was gonna do i was sittin on the chair trying to avoid her but she pulls my by my hair and slams my head to the wall and says "WHAT DID YOU TELL HIM" over and over but i always say "nothing i swear i didnt tell him anything" i got my face smashed on the wall again she lets me go but i stay on the floor and cry wishing i was like never born...then my mom throws me in the basment and leaves me there till my brother comes home 20minutes before he comes home and tells me to go to my room and tell him nothing and sometimes i try to get my mom proud of me and get her to like me all i wanted was her to love me like me for who i am like when i get a B+ on my school paper she'd always say im stupid for not gettin an A+ or im worthless for not doing things right and she made me say that in fron of a mirror all the time it happens so i began to feel that way I I didnt wanna tell my brother cuz i didnt know what whould happen if i told him when he leaves the house sometimes i beg to go with him but hes always saying "no" becuase im always "embarrassing" him so then i really did feel worthless i wasnt worth anything to anyone and when i was doing dishes my mom hit me on the back of the head with a frying pan and i fell then she put it on the table got down to my face and says "your nothing but a cry baby thats all youll do is cry cry cry," and it was true i guess but i got lucky she was about to hit me on the head again but my brother walked in the door i saw him open it but when he looked he slamed the door behind him to get us to notice him when my mom saw she told him I fell and she was picking me back up but i knew my brother he didnt believe it he would "play" stupid to make people think he belived them when he went up stairs to his room my mom pushed me down the stairs in the basment there wasnt that many stairs but it hurt me really bad so i just laid their and hoped she didnt come down i just closed my eyes hard i just laid there i never wanted to get back up it was really cold in the basement i did find some blakents though i just went to sleep and i guess i woke up an hour or later becuase i had a really bad headace i check and made sure my mom was sleeping then i went up to my brothers room and kinda cried to him about my head he just gave me meds for it he didnt even ask what happen i went to sleep in my bedroom and slept till 9am it was the weekend somewhere round my brother tho hes always out of the house. Now one time when i was 8 my mom told me to do the dishes like always but i never saw a knife in her hands she told me to get the dishes done or "something" is going to happen that time i was really scared i guess my hands were shaking soo much i couldnt even hold it the plates right but i droped one and it fell apart my mom got up and yelled at me and said "you idiot look what you did" all i did was just let out a wimping cry... she slapped me and then next thing i know im on the floor bleeding from the knife she stabbed me with but it was on my ribs so i was okay but it hurt soo much as always i cried my mom left the house i dont know where but she was gone for hours i was still laying on the floor bleeding when my brother came home around 11:00pm i guess he came in the house he couldnt see me cuz his room is up stairs in the living room i was in the kitchen there is a wall between it so he couldnt see me...i tried to call out to him but my voice was so weak and i couldnt move so i dont think he heard me i had hope he come in the kitchen but he was in his room for like awhile and i didnt wait anymore i crawled up stairs in his room there was soo much blood i didnt want my mom in jail so i told him i stabbed myself by mistake but he called the cops anyway i was half conscious then srs came in and found my mom she went to jail and i didnt want her in jail because i knew something would happen now...and srs said i could go live with my brother in a diffrent place with other foster parents i happily agreed but he got into fights soo much and messed up most the neighborhood and some of the town they said it wasnt safe for me to be around him i told them he never hit me or never did anything like that so me and him got split up i was in a foster home he was in some place i didnt know where at the time i felt very lonely i just wanted someone who loved me with me i knew my brother protected me thats why i wanted to be with him but i wanst able to see him for along time we were spilt apart for almost a year after that came i never saw my mother again but sometimes when i was really sad and lonely i would beg them to let me see him again but they wouldnt let me i do get lucky sometimes and saw him but never got to like talk to him but after almost a year i got to see him again and live with him...i was crying but i was happy but i was gonna miss my foster mother and father and foster brothers and sisters but i was happy and sad both but when i got with my brother we both moved to california i still dont feel very safe sometimes i fear my mom will find me and take me back again and i still cant get it out of my head im safe but i dont feel safe and i still have nightmares about it it never ends to me...but i havent seen my mom sence i was in foster care...  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