Child Abuse Story From Justine

by Justine
(San Bernardino, California, USA)

I'm now 17 years old. I've had a pretty hard life, I guess you could say. I've been in and out of foster homes since I was very little. My mother had gone to prison for the death of my older sister, and my father was in and out of jail for drugs and other stuff like that. When my father was finally able to get us back (my brothers and sisters and I) he started to beat us for the littlest things. He then got a girlfriend who decided to hit us too. While all this stuff was going on he was heavily into drugs. We had gotten kicked out of our apartment and had to stay the night in a motel. While all of us kids were sleeping, my father had left to go do drugs. He had tried heroin for the first time and overdosed and died. He died next to me in the bed.

I have been through a lot but I know that there are kids who have been through way more then I have. For the people who think that there is no hope...think again. There is always a light on the other side, no matter what. Just keep your head up and live your life to be happy, not sad or depressed or anything of the sort. Pray to God and ask Him for strength, because through Him, anything is possible.

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