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My Time In Hell
Contributed by
The_Phantom
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Saturday, 11th December 2004 @ 09:27:49 AM in AEST
Topic:
drugabuse
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The year was 1983, I was seven, my innocents was taken by a man name Shannon,
He was my uncle, how sick this is, my Mother's brother,
I would fall alsleep in the livingroom, late at night he would make his move,
It would start with him taking off my pj's, playing with my john, and that would wake me,
Scared and confused, keeping quite not sure what he would do,
Once he was ready he would go down, no intercourse was done but I could hear the oral sounds,
My tears would begain to fill my eyes, I'd fight them back I wouldn't let him see me cry,
My body paralize, I'd pretend I was alsleep, praying he'd leave me be,
After about ten minutes he would leave, I'd then pull up my pj's and go sleep with my mommy,
This would happend off and on for about three years, I stopped counting the tears,
I wasn't the only one, my sister, and three other little girls got the same treatment,
I couldn't believe what was happening, I was filled with resentment,
I remember telling my mom what happend, she called Shannon in and begain 20 questions,
He stared at me and I got scared, I went back on my statement and told my mom I was faking,
Finally one of the girls told the police, they came to my school and questioned me,
They told me I was safe and that nothing would happen, and so I told them in detail this sick man's actions,
I was pull from my home and everything I've ever known,
I was placed in foster care, they didn't want me, I remember having to leave school with lice in my hair,
Couseling and court, was almost too much for a ten year old to sort,
My sister and me living in a world that seemed less then reality,
My sister being mentaly handicap, she could not understand why we couldn't be with mommy,
I tried to explan but it never came out right, sometimes I hear my sister cry at night,
Finally when it was all said and done, we were given back to mom, but the damage was already done,
The charges were dropped, not enough evidents to put him behind bars,
A few years later he was found with a bullet in his head, laying they silent on his evil bed,
That case still unsloved, sucide was what it was called,
The scars are still there, but are begaining to fade now that his in hell.
Forever Faithful
The Phantom
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Re: My Time In Hell
(User Rating: 1 ) by pixie on
Saturday, 11th December 2004 @ 09:31:11 AM AEST (User
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I dont know what to say, this was a heart wrenching write, must have took you real courage to write this *hugs* I am sorry that you and your sisters and the others had to endure abuse at the hands of that animal, death is too good for rapists and pedophiles
takecare my friend,
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Re: My Time In Hell
(User Rating: 1 ) by lostinmyself on
Saturday, 11th December 2004 @ 10:13:47 AM AEST (User
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I'm so sorry that you had to go through this, and I can appreciate how much it must have taken you to write about it.
Well done, and I hope you find peace soon.
*hugs* Phil xxx |
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