A Child Called "It"

                       My name is Dave Pelzer, I have several brothers and I'm the only one who gets abuse by my own mother. She has to sides of herself, one is good and the other is bad. When I was younger I would have several cuts and bruises because my mother would cause them and my teacher was very curious who did that and I couldn't say anything. People would never know who did this to me and my mother would just say lies like I fell or got hurt by accident. Since my mother didn't let me eat rarley nothing home, I would usually still food from kids lunches while they were in reccess. There was nothing else I could have done because I had no money and couldn't get a job because I was too young. I evetually got caught and would get whipped really hard because I wasn't suppose to do that, which I knew better.
                     I had to do all the chores and sleep in the basement with no bed just lay on the cold floor without no pillow or warm blanket. I was so tired and I always dreamed that one day I was gonna be free and get to do anything I wanted to do because it was my life and nothing could stop me, not even my mother. My father wanted to help me, but couldn't because my mother was the boss of the house and she was powerful and got to do anything to me and didn't let my dad have a chose for it. I would get happy when my father was home because he would help me at times when my mother wasn't watching and sneak some food in the basement for me to eat, just left overs. When he would go to work it was when my mother would do all those tradjec things to me, just me and I would get very scared. At the beginning she wasn't like that at all she was like a normal mother that acted like how a mother should be, but out of nowhere she became this horrible alcholic monster and would just bullie me. She would even want me to stay still in a tub with very cold water, if I moved just a inch she would drown me and I could of died.
                        Out of nowhere, she started being nice to me and treated me like how she acted with my other brothers, which was surprising. I was happy and suddenly a lady came and asked me questions on how my mom was treating me and if I like my life, and I replyed I was happy because if I didn't say that then my mother would hit me very bad. I knew all this time she was using me because she knew that lady was coming, so after she left she started treating me bad which I wasn't suprised at all. Since she did all those things to me my father got sick and tired of it, so he left her and didn't want nothing of her. I was very mad at him because he left me and now I am in danger of dying because last time my father left for a while with my other brothers, my mother wanted to put me in the oven to cook me and die. So when he left and broke up with her, she replyed "your all mine, your daddy isn't here to save you" and all I wanted to do was die because being alive with that crazy lady was like living in prison or hell. They went to Mcdonalds and left me in the car and I wasn't suprised that they didn't buy me anything.
                         I know it wasn't my brothers fault that they can't help me because they know my mother would do something. When I was growing up I started realizing that I wasn't the only kid being abuse by their own parents, their were even worse kids being treated badly. I would never do this to my kids or not even let my wife do anything bad to them because I want them to live the opposite life that I lived with that crazy women. I don't want to know anything of her because how she treated me was very bad and I don't want my kids to ever meet her. I eventually told my story to everyone on how I was living in that house because I wouldn't want to keep this as a secret, then no one would know. Now that I'm free I realize how I was before and it was horrible because I could had died and was not gonna set free one day and get married and have kids. At times I get mad at my father for not doing anything and leaving me, but at times I'm happy for him because he helped me at times and treated me like how my other brothers were treated.

Innocent boy, but in the inside he is very hurt

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