Their Stories
Author: Neeka
Disclaimer: I wish I owned em, but I don't, don't own the music either.
Catergory: Alternate Universe
Summary: An AU series dealing with mental and physical abuse of some sort. Please if your sensitive in those sort of areas, like rape, child abuse etc. don't read this.
Feedback: Please, I'll love you forever. :)
Author's Note: Music in this story is Mama I'm Strange by Melissa Etheraige.
Tess's Story - Mama I'm strange
Part 3
"Well, for as long as I can remember, I lived with my parents. They're rich and all. They would always take me to parties they had, well at least the ones they wanted to show me off at. They pratically put me on display. I was really their own little barbie doll. I mean at five I could drink with the best of them, I was a regular richie. Only I was to young. My father showed no remorse for me what so ever. He often took me out with him, to meet all his guy friends. I was always happy when my father would take me out, it was the only time he really spent with me. He didn't think to much of me, unless he had a reason to. My father was a cold man."
What's this little lie
They keep on telling me
It's just another high
They keep on selling me
I was only five
They fed me so much jive
They said just have a ball
Just be a Barbie doll
They churned and burned me out
Until they turned me out
Over and over again
"Soon though, everything was getting boring. I'd done it all. I was nine and had done lots of things a nine year old shouldn't even know about. Hell, I wasn't even a virgin. I'd had that taken away from me, by my father. Like I said he was a cold man, he needed a reason to ever spend time with me. I would try to fit in with the kids my age and it wouldn't work, none of them knew the life I knew. I starting thinking I was a strange kid. A different kid. Maybe there was something wrong with me you know? I was really scared. People everywhere were trying to turn me into something I just wasn't. My mother into the perfect daughter, my father into his own little slut, the kids my age into a kid, other parents into their kids. It was all just happening to fast, I was losing my mind."
Mama I'm strange
The thoughts and the wants are the locks
On the back of my brain
I'm descending pretending I'm blending
I'm going insane
And they want me to change
Mama I'm strange
"By the time I realized that there was something wrong with the way I was living my life it was a little late. I was eleven and trying to kill myself. At first it wasn't anything. At first I just tried to overdose on some freaking experimental drug I'd gotten from my father that he said would loosen me up a little. They hadn't known it was suiside. Thought it was some stupid kid prank and that I didn't know what I was doing. I did, let me tell you I did. The second time, I took a pair of scissors to my bed and fell into it. I had a water bed mind you.
They found me half drownt and almost dead. My mother had cried that entire night while I was in the hospital. I think she had a feeling that I knew what I was doing. I wasn't eleven anymore. I was thirteen and very smart for my age. I tried to slit my wrists too, but got caught. My mother cried and my father screamed at me. He screamed at me and then kicked me out of my house."
I'm on a shaky wall
I'm tripping down the hall
And all the king's men can't
Can't sew me up again
I've got a leaky head
Don't know the full extent
I'm drowning in my bed
I'm just an accident
They chewed and blew me out
Until they threw me out
Over and over again
"The neighbors called the cops and the cops took me to a orphanage. I just sat on the bed in the orphanage there and rocked. I cried and I rocked. I hadn't a thing to live for and they wouldn't let me near anything that I could use to kill myself with. Well, I mean when I got to the hospital they wouldn't let me kill myself. I wanted to so bad. I mean, I really did. I'd tried so many other times and failed, it just wasn't working out and I wanted someone to end my life already."
If I could tranquilize
I might just vaporize
They couldn't supervise
They couldn't criticize
I have no evidence
I have no reverence
It makes no difference
I have no innocence
"My mother came to visit me and I told her everything and stuff. After the third visit, she stopped coming. I think she realized what a horrible mistake she had made, letting me live the life they were putting me in. I was her only child and I was locked up in a freaking crazy house. I think that hurt her worse than anything ever could. She was really upset about that. More than anything. I would cry in the beginning after she stopped coming to visit me. I would cry for her to come and help me, make me normal. She never came."
Help me mama help me now
"Thank you for listening. It feels good to know that it's off my chest. I mean, it just feels better."
"Thank you Tess."
"Do you think that I could go to bed now, I'm really tired."
"Yes, of course."
"Thanks."
Tess stood to her feet, Kyle rushing after her and helping her to their room.
"You all can go to if you like, I think we did a good job at sharing our feelings tonight."
"I didn't share anything, and don't expect me to."
Kathleen watched Maria walk off angry and upset, Michael walking out after her.
"She really doesn't mean any harm, she's just so tired of everything. She doesn't really like sad things. She really likes sassy things, and all that for her to take in is a lot."
Kathleen only nodded at Max.
"You know her well?"
"No. I just know that much. Not much else is known about her, she's a real guarded person, her and Michael both. They're the ones you'll have trouble getting threw to, they're the ones that may be the problem in the end."
"Thank you Max. Good night."
Max nodded and the last four people in the room filed out and into their rooms. Kathleen sighed and brought her knees to her chest. She was so far dealing with a scizophrenic angry boy and a suisidal rape victim. God, she hoped the rest of the children's stories were a little less painful.
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