| | The tale of my life...never said it was a pretty one...never said it was
the worst one, its simply my tale...and its never going to change. it will allways be mine...
The only thing ive ever longed for in life...was to find the place where I belong...Ive searched many times over, this horrid thing called the past...The past...its nothing but memory's now, memory's I sometimes wish never happened...For even as mere memory's they hold a darkness...they hold the strength they had when they were real...my entire life wasent briddled with despair lies and deceit...no not all of it...but part of it was...and still remains to be, it cant be changed...
The tortures of life met me face to fae at the young age of 6...with the arival of Norman E. Pruner...the fucker of my life...The only man on this earth that i feel hate for...He stained my childhood with lies and pain...he murderd the innocence of childhood...he abbused the only
thing a young boy has...love for his family
At the time, it wasent too bad, he seemed like a nice guy, retired alchoolic, kind of abusive, but over all nice...It wasent till 2 years after, that he married my mother...thats when things went bad...
I should go back a bit and tell of how life was during the time he and my mother were dating, life with him was liveable, easy child like, where i knew nothing, and beleived in everything...life is just a game when your young...the only thing was..children shun the different...ive allways had tanned skin...many of them teased me for it...pushed me
around and shunned me, they treated me like an outcast...i got used too it...like most children do...they adapt to theyre upbringing...we dont know its wrong until were thought. While growing up, i only had one true to the death freind, and i still have her today...Marie-France...She looked beyond the outside and looked to the inside, to this day we have never had an argument, we just...fit like two peices of a puzzle...she stood by me to the end...even with the children jeering laughing and making fun of our freindship, she stood by my side and never once has she joined in with them...This treatment from my peers continues on to this day...people dont want to look past what I look like on the outside...they determin to know who I am with a single glance...
With that going on at school, you'd think that would be enough right...wrong...near when I became 8 years of age...Norman decided it was high time I become an obedient little fuck...and would listen to him whenever he wanted...clean what he wanted and do all the fucking work he wanted me to do...so he started cracking down on me...jeering, teasing using physical force on me...I was still only a kid...He was an adult...but he acted not like an adult should...he treated me like shit...he made me feel worse then those fucking porta potties ever do...
During the time i spent with him as a "father"(yeah sure...a fucking father...something I never fucking had...) life was shit...school was a torrent of endless pain and misery...you'd think they would be more mature...yeah sure whatever...they treated me no different...the only difference was each year it got worse...then id go home from that...Only to get fucked around with by Norman...he'd yell, scream, call me all sorts of names, complain about my every move...There was no pleasing this fuck...For years this went on...finally at the young age of 10. I knew this wasent right...so i began sticking up for myself...that only made him go berserk...he began throwing me into wall, bitching even more..there was no moment of peace as long as he was around...so i decided he had to die at 10 years of age I wanted to
kill a man...and I was deathly serious...it was either he dies, or I die either way id be free of that fuck...
(to be continued)
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| | Posted 8/12/2006 10:15 PM - 21 Views - 2 eProps - 2 comments
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