Coming Face to Face With My Terrible Childhood

I just got out of the hospital for my extreme nausea, and I now sit here and type it out aloud...

My childhood that was in the bottomless pits... My mom had drugged me as a kid, possibly to let my father rape me and beat me. My sister would help. They all helped torturing me except Gina. Gina left and forever abandoned me. The nightmares I would have about them leaving the hotel without me and me getting eaten by spiders in the bathroom. Decaying. I've seen myself as nothing less than a dog barking and being called stupid for doing what I knew best: to plead. To plead to not be in that dark room feeling immense shame. Oh, the nightmares I had... Of the Powerpuff Girls being without limbs. My sisters, the perfect little girls split apart.

I may have a dark side. I have rage so big I'd feel like punching someone if they were nice to me. But I never hurt anyone. Because I knew...

I knew what it was like to be treated like the ugly spider in the room or the most disgusting rat.

And how much it would hurt to hurt like that.