My childhood was looked at as normal. No one saw all the things that happened to me. My parents abused me but since I was a child, they went easy and didn't bruise me. That much. They said things like 'you useless child' 'don't be dramatic' 'I wish you were never born'.
Or curse me.
It hurt as a little child to hear that. And even more for your brothers to remind you. You were the mistake your mom had at a very young age. My dad ,or at least who was supposed to be, would take me from my room at night.Hit me with a rope or whatever he had. But my mom never asked how I got my bruises.
I think she already new but acted like she didn't.
Day and night was the same routine. One mistake and bruise there bruise here or bad talked. I don't know which was best.
The only good thing was my best friend Oliver. I loved Oliver more than I thought I could love anyone.
But of course one day I never saw him.
I was so heartbroken. I became ice cold but I was broken every single day. So much. I became unbreakable one day.
I am unlovable no one will ever see me. Or love me. And hopefully no one will.