I want to make this clear I am not doing this for attention or recognition. I am doing this to help those that have been a victim of a heinous act. If you have the best thing to do is to either contact the authorities or share your story you should not feel ashamed or like you are weird. It is aweful what has happened to you. Now again I should stress this is not for attention. Now to what is going to happen I am going to tell my story week by week depending on how popular this is. I am also doing this on a few other sites including reditt actually just reditt. A lot of this is stuff that caused me to drop off this site I loved this site but things got in the way you will see when you read. Today it is a story that isn't safe for immature readers. It is a story of how I was abused and how I started using so illegal substances. Also I must ask if you have a friend or you yourself have had something happen to you like what has happened to me please respond please send this to your friend because just knowing that someone else has gone through what they have could save their life. Now to the story.


When I was a child I was bullied as harsh as one could be. Nothing was out of bounds name calling throwing things physical violence and everything in between. It was rough to say the least. Most of the worst happened while I was at daycare. Because for some reason people who work at a daycare facility just don't care about anyone except themselves. so they would walk away and pay us children no attention or turn a blind eye to bullying. And I was usually the brunt of most of it cause I was awkward and weak. And the kids I hung around were the worst the group consisted of around 6 or 5 I will not disclose any of their names for privacy reasons. Many a time they would all jump me as one would watch for one of the workers to turn the corner and normally if I stuck up for myself by fighting back usually by biting cause it was the only weapon I had. I would get in trouble either by one of the workers or wit these kids. So It got to a point where I would just take it. But in my head it was all good cause hey they were my friends and this is what friends do to each other. And they protected me from other kids. I remember one time this kid kept throwing a basketball at my head after the third time. My "friends" grabbed him so I could kick him and throw the ball at him as another kid distracted the teacher. I may have been treated badly but I at least had someone that had my back and that made the beatings worth it. Eventually though it became too much I was getting hit in the wiener too much the names go too foul and the beatings were horrific. It turned into a tiny version of oz prison. So to protect myself and my pride I distanced myself slowly in the smallest of increments. I started reading books more and more and if I had already read it I would pretend to be reading it again. Fortunately this weirded them out just enough to leave me alone. So I devised a plan of epic proportions I'll just stand next to the teacher and read. If I'm near the adult I'll be fine. They cant distract her while I'm right next to an adult. Or while I'm screaming bloody murder. this doesn't stop all the beatings but it does cut them down to something more manageable. But not allthe way to zero see as I said before some teachers didn't care and when they worked it was open season on all weaklings. I recall this onetime this teacher was working and she left to go to the convenience store for what I only could assume was beer so we were left to our vices. Unattended and uninhibited. I saw heard the first warning. Hey but head. next was hey a## hole. next hey F@@ker. And then the dread kicked in as I yelled for help but either nothing came out or no one heard. I swung the book at them nothing they cursed at me. I was swarmed nothing could stop them. Kicks elbows punches and fowl language flew in every direction. And all I could think is I deserve this. I tried to distract myself from them by saying I did this to myself I am to blame in my head. But what tiny amount of pride I had in me still lashed and I bit the kid nearest me and I didn't let go I made sure I had his arm firmly in my teeth as I ground down. But just as I did that while still being hit by six kids the bad teacher walks in. Daniel let go of his arm didn't your mom teach you any better go to time out. I respond But they were beating me I wont go this is wrong. She says Go before I show you a beating. I cry as I walk over to the corner. Cause it was just wrong why should I be blamed for you being dumb. I just stare at the wall and slowly realize life isn't fair so I should take the path of least resistance. So I do I try to still be a loner but I do whatever I can to avoid getting the pulp being beaten out of me. I do this for a few years hiding when I can I usually hide in the bathroom cause it can lock. Unfortunately this day I forgot to lock it in the middle of summer just after I turned 10. I just got beaten. I just got beaten. And this little black boy walks in he is a little smaller than me and has this giant smile that I can see through the dark. Now it is still dark so al I remember is what I hear next. The door locks click click. The Faucet is dripping blop blop blop. I start to cry cause I think I know what is coming. I'm about to get beaten. I feel my head being picked up off the floor and I go limp as my hits the toilet with a tonk. I black out and I wake up with a sense of something is wrong I feel like my innocence has been taken away from me. I feel this wetness in my pants and its thick. I stick my hand in my pants and its red. I slowly realize that its blood I take off my underwear and throw them in the trash. I didn't have the words then but I was thinking in some form I have been raped. I have been raped I have been raped. next time on my life in a nutshell heroin use.

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