Saturday, December 12, 2009

Chapter 7 - The Lord's Prayer

I have given up on God. He is not here to protect me. I have become a walking corpse. I no longer feel the pain from Mother. I no longer take joy in school. Mother and Father have split up. he is staying at a motel by the fire station. While I stay at home getting beat and then going to school to be beat by Clifford and verbally abused by Aggie. I can't take this any more I wish Mother would just kill me now and get it over and done with. I have nothing to live for.

Thursday, December 10, 2009

Chapter 6 - While Father is Away

Dad has begun to spend more and more time away from home. He never spends more than 10 minutes at a time in the house. Most of the time he goes to a bar. He tells me that he is going to get us out of this "Madhouse" but every day i stop believing a little at a time. Mother would not give me food for a week at a time. Mother would give me a little bit of food but only give me a little bit of time to eat it. One time Mother put ammonia and Clorox in a bucket and locked me in the bathroom. One time Mother made me sit out side while she took the boys to the zoo. While they carved pumpkins i had to sit in a bath tub full of cold water. Mother was nice to me once. But they next day a lady from social services came. I said the wrong thing though and Mother got mad and hit me.

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

Chapter 5 - The Accident

Mother stabbed me! I don't think that she meant to do it but it hurts. She cleaned me up and made me do my dishes. Father would not help me. I can't believe that I thought of him as my hero. He will never save me. He is too scared of Mother. After I completed my dishes I was aloud some water and to go out side for the sun set and a sparkler. Mother even rewarded me with a little bit of food. But now the stab wound is infected. I will not ask Mother to help. I will do it my self. I will show her that I can take care of my self. I hope that things will start to get better after this.

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Chapter 4 - The Fight For Food

I am no longer David. I am only 'the boy'. I have no family I have no bed. I only have an army cot in the basment and the same clothes day after day week after week. Mother does not feed me very much. I am lucky to get a few crumbs at breakfast. I began to steel food, from school, from the store, from the freezer in the basement. But that came to an end when Mother got a call from a store manager. I was treated worse than a dog. I had my face shoved in baby poop. I had swallowed ammonia and Clorox. I even had to swallow dish soap one time. It dryed my throat and when I tryed to drink water it gave me diaria. I was so embarrased when father pulled into the garage while I was squating into a bucket. All I really want is one good meal!

Friday, December 4, 2009

Chapter 3 - Bad Boy

Why can't I be a 'good boy' like Stan and Ron? Why am I such a 'bad boy' all the time? I try to be good i really do but I guess I am not being good enough. Mother made be quit Cub Scouts today because I was a 'bad boy'. Then she punished me. She made me take my clothes off and stand in front of the stove so that she could force me over it and burn me. I have a burn on my arm. But I was able to buy my self enough time to save my self. Ron got home just before I gave in. What do I have to do for mother to see me as a 'good boy'?

Thursday, December 3, 2009

Chapter 2- Good Times

Mother did not always beat me. We used to have fun. Mother would take us to the Golden Gate park. And also to Juniper State Park for picnics. Some times mom and dad would take us over the bridge to the Russian River. The River was my favorite spot because we would stay out all day playing, climbing, running, and swimming. Then we would come in for dinner and go watch the sun set. I loved those times. I miss those times.

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Chapter 1 - The Rescue

Today was not the first time that I have not had breakfast before school. Mother always makes me go with out it when I don't get my chores done on time before school. I'm so hungry but I know better than to steal food. Mother would get me for that too. I was late to school today. My nurse looked at my bruises before I was aloud to go to class. But I was called out soon after. I was given some food and asked to talk to a police officer. The police officer took me away from school. Will any one even miss me????