I was pretty once upon a Time and society has ruin me in type of way if you are listening to this recording, I am dead and you broke into my safe.
Let me start from the beginning I have never had the best childhood my mom and dad would fight all the time.
When my dad left for a week or two my mom used a hit my brother and she had these huge fist that she used to hit until he would bleed or be knocked out unconscious.
My mother and my father we're both alcoholics and they also had a disorder called hitzel.
I knew it was going to be my time soon to get beat as well I would be thirteen in two years and that's when she first started beating my brother on his thirteenth birthday.
Fast forward it's my thirteen birthday she decided leave me a family friend who raped me and I was stuck there until I was fourteen.
When I turned fourteen she picked with present she said I could open it when we get home and that my dad left and...