I was feeling no reason to live, I have nothing in life besides trying to survive mothers stupid games. I didn't want her to think she could win because I wasn't going to let that happen. I was beginning to believe there was no God. When mom would hit me, or make me play her "games" i felt as if she was just taking aggressions out on a rag doll, and I didn't care because I was beginning to be motionless and felt as if i was a robot. I now called mother "Bitch", She didn't deserve to know the feeling of what being called mom was like. My mind, imagination and dreams were dead and gone, I was no longer myself. suffering through all my chores and the bitched games, I knew i had only one less day to live.
When ever i was given the chance to eat, I devoured it like homeless dog eating what could be my last meal in life. I was nothing but a family slave. And my brothers didn't make anything better, they also abused me and pushed me around. Kids picked on me everyday, Aggie Made fun of me and she also brought her friends with her. She made sure she rubbed in my face her fancy cloths, and told me she hated me and wanted me to just drop down dead. I was at the point I stopped trying to do anything. Mother tried the gas chambers once again, she made sure i had no rags and that all the air was were closed up. Life was getting worse and worse every day. Dad completely stopped returning home, one day he stopped by, but only to get his things. He was moving out, he told me he couldn't take it, the house, mother, me, none of it. He wouldn't take me and i didn't understand why. I knew this life would get worse, but I also knew I would survive for some reason.
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