Child Abuse Story From Sarah2

by Sarah
(Location Withheld)

Invisible to the World: 
My mom died when I was eight years old, so me and my sister had to move with my aunt and uncle. They lived on a farm and at first everything was normal. I enjoyed being around animals, riding horses and even starting a new school. But then things started turning around. My uncle was not a nice guy, and my aunt was just as bad. Being eight years old at the time I felt like everything that happened to me was my fault. From getting whipped with a horse whip, to being almost dead in a lake. He always picked on me, like I was the target. He wouldn't ever really go after my sister, and whenever he did, I would jump in the way and take it for her.

They use to tell me I was a horrible kid, and that my mom died because she couldn't stand me being her kid. I honestly did nothing wrong. They had 3 kids of their own who use to get it before I moved there, but they got lucky once I was there, they got it easy.

I would be terrified to come home from school because I knew something bad was going to happen. I had chores to do at the farm like feeding the horses, watering them, and helping with the other animals as well.

The first time anything ever happened to me was when I didn't hear him calling my name and when I finally heard I ran to him and he accused me of avoiding him and he picked up a hammer and started hitting me with it. There were so many different things that happened. I always had bruises. One of the main ones was we were riding in this tractor and he elbowed me back and I hit my head through the back window and the glass broke. My head was bleeding and he took me out of the truck and yelled at me to make sure I didn't get blood on his seat. When we got back to the house he told me to go wash my head in the sink. While I was doing that, he came in and started yelling at me telling me that everything was my fault and he started kicking me in my stomach, and my side telling me I was worthless.

One time he told me and my sister we couldn't talk to each other, and she was talking to me and he got mad and told me to follow him. He threw me into this truck and I passed out and woke up in the hospital.

Many times he would beat me with a whip or a stick till I couldn't even walk. I have scars all over my body. I have nightmares at night. My aunt would make me sleep in the dark cold basement on nothing but a mattress, no blanket or pillow. She would feed me old bread with cheese on it, and water if I was lucky. If I had to be home alone or her kids didn't feel like watching me they would hook a chain to me and tie me up, so I wouldn't leave. Life sucked. School was my only escape.

As a few years past, things just seemed to get worse. One time, I couldn't remember the name of a certain belt that was on a machine and my uncle started towards me. I started to run from him and he caught me and started hitting me, and he picked me up and threw me into a lake and held me underwater. Finally, I remember lying on some rocks by the water.

There was a time when he got really mad because I wasn't hungry and I wouldn't eat. He told me no one cared about me anyways and he would just set me on fire. He told me to go find some matches so I did, and he got a bunch of sticks together and told me to lay in them. At first I wouldn't move. I started crying. I was terrified. He then lit the stick on fire and I kept backing away. It caught my pants on fire and I started rolling. He finally poured water on me and told me to get the hell out of his sight. I always figured I was just a bad kid, but now that I'm older I realized I didn't do anything.

So many things happened to me the 3 years I lived there. The only reason I got out of that place is because I spoke up to the adults at my school, and to be honest, it was the smartest thing I have ever done in my life. So if you are a victim and are reading this, please speak up. They won't let you go home unless you're safe.

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