• despite that. being scared wasn't her biggest problems. her unlce made them watch other vidoes. videos where everyone knew each other and had no problem with each other. videos where touching was a way to say things to each other. in other words. porn. to her. the porn was just as scary as the other shows. feeling things she couldn't not understand or explain to anyone her own age. her uncle then made the kids do things. to each other and her. he'd mak them watch what he wanted them to do and then tape them doing it. not knowing what they were doing, and not asking any questions, they went along with their uncle.
    it was like that till she was 5. her mother remarried a man with 5 children the oldest only 3years older than her. the only thing that ment was that she no longer had to deal with her uncle.(whom we now live with. age 18. sucks huh)
    her mother seemed happy so she went along with it. her step father. never got past being the step father. he wasn't worthy of the title her dad held. her dad knew her better than her mother and she only saw him 2months a year. her step father couldn't tell you her favorite color.
    growing up being the only step child was never easy. the fights were always 5 against one. 5older kids against the youngest. thye grew to hate her and she grew to hate them. despite them she always had her her best friend mary to play with. mary was like a sister to her and even though they both had there own siblings they felt closer to each other than them.
    mary lived next door to her so they could always lay with each other. they loved each other more than anything. they were best friends and sisters for life.
    unlit. one day. they had a fight. and instaed of helping mary pick up their mess of toys iin the yard. my sister ran into the house leaving mary alone.
    that night mary was kidnapped. after a week she was found. in bags. in two garbage bags. her kidnapper had raped her for over a week b4 killing her, cutting her and thrownin her away. by this time my sister was 5. and she blamed herself for mary death. she felt guilty for leaving her best friend out alone. but there was nothing anyone could do. she told mary's family what had happened and told them it was her fault. marys family moved away and not to soon after that so did she.
    worst part is. her step sibblings made fun of her for it. they teased her about her mary's death. they made her believe that she had indeed killed mary.that if she had never knew mary that woldn't have ever happened. my sister was beyond herself. and for years never had a single friend that wasn't related to her.
    but that also lead to trouble.
    her oldest cousin, the one she felt closest to. would use her for things. at the age of 6 she was fighting other kids for money or toys or candy. or just fot the heck of it. because her older cousin told her to. she had no clue what she was really doing but, she felt as though she was helping a friend. one of her only friends. she didn't want him angry at her.
    as they got older and she got wiser she began to do more things. he taught her how to use a knife and where to cut ppl.
    he also taught her sex. at the age of 7 my sister was popped by her cousin. she knew it was wrong but he kept telling her that she'd done this to him. that she'd like it. that if she didn't they wouldn't be friends.
    she had no idea if she'd ever touched him. due to a car accident as a baby she had memory problems. she figured her cousin wouldn't lie to her and so she let him do what he wanted. and that's exactly what he did. in her bed he did things to her. things she never liked. things she just for the most part layed there and took.
    after that she became angry. she never let anyone use her again. she made friends. and sadly one more than one had the cops ben called to get her off one or two of her step sibblings.

    at the age of ten. my sister got i kick in the face by me. more like a wake up call from my point of view. we spent what felt like hours going through everything that she could remember from her past. we talked about the ppl who did her wrong.
    we talked about why the way she was.
    though some things are still unable to understand about her. we do understand everything we want to.
    we know that she is still the same child she always was. that she never remade friends. that she never quit her cousin's gang. although she did beat up her sibbling more than a few times she never beat them as bad as i did.
    you see. i am her. the other her. although i wasn't always there. i was there. and i helped my sister whenever i felt she needed me.
    but you see. it's not just me who helps my sister. we have other sisters who do many other things. we have a smart sister who does the school work, a party sister who makes all the friends, we have a thinkingsister who makes all the main desisions me who is the protector of all of my friends and my sisters., we have more but my tale has come to an end.
    i hoped you enjoyed the history of...us. biggrin

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