My story

This is my story... It isn't a particularly happy story, but it's mine. I will admit that there are parts of my story that I can't remember properly, there are some parts of my story that is difficult to write about. But my story is a humble and honest one.
You can judge me for my actions and decisions, but please do not tell me that I'm lying or exaggerating... No part of my story that I have to tell you is a lie or an exaggeration. It's true what they say, "We regret the things we didn't do more than the thing we did do." This will tell you more about me than just reading some of my fictional books....
This book is to warn you of the dangers of bullying and saying the wrong things, things that could damage and hurt someone without you knowing it.

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2. Just a little complicated

It can be said plain and simple that my life is a little complicated, and the truth that has been hidden from me has finally come out into the light. The truth about many horrible things that I never knew about until a few weeks ago. But I'll get to that....

When I was born, my parents were dating but not married. I have two older siblings and they both have different dads from me. It happens... Anyways, A few months after I was born, (six freaking months) my dad was mistreating my older half brother and sister. When my mum found out she kicked him out of the house.

Now I know what you're thinking, mistreating them how?

Well the answer is dear reader, that my father abused them. I was never told in what way though, from what I have been told, it was hitting them too hard and too often. Because you see, my dad has a short temper and anger management issues and he's bit of a control freak.

Not long after he was kicked out of the house, he would break in at night and snoop through the house and my mums computer. I have one memory of this happening. I only have this memory because it scared me so much that it imprinted on my mind, even now. I remember trying to fall asleep as my half brother was snoring across the room we shared. I remember everyone else being asleep in the house, then a weight at the end of my bed made me scared. I knew that everyone was asleep, all the lights were out, and mum always went to bed early. I was too scared to open my eyes to see what was at the end of my bed, I was about two years old. Mum would find dad asleep on the lounge chair in the morning, she'd tell him off and tell him to get out.

He kept doing it until we moved. I never knew that my dad used to do this, not until a few weeks ago. Because of my dad, I was a afraid of the dark for 13 years. I was afraid of what was in the darkness, rather than of the darkness itself.

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