One day, she never saw Michael or Tia again, for they had lied in court, claiming that their father beat and molested them. Of course, she did not know this, and blamed their absence on herself. 2
Now she was alone, for her remaining brothers did not wish to play with a little girl and there were no neighbor children, but this was all to change, for she was going to pre-school. 3
Sadly though, none of the children wanted to be around her. They sensed that something was wrong with her, so they kept their distance. What was different with her though, that wasn't known yet. 4
Eventually, her parents noticed that this was only harming her, because she developed a nervous habit of vomiting when placed around other children. They decided to wait to introduce her back to other children for a while. 5
When it was finally time, they decided to place her into a small private school, for they thought that it would be best. Unfortunately, the same thing happened as it did in pre-school. She was treated as a leper, cast out from their groups of friends. She placated all of this loneliness by absorbing herself into books. She spent most of her time now alone in her room, hiding in her insecurities in fantasies like Dahl, Baum, and Burnett. 6
Excelling in school, she was praised by her teachers, but they worried about her seeming antisocial or even autistic. They knew she had a high IQ, and would be able to skip a couple grades, but they worried that she would never develop the social skills necessary for success. Her father stopped all of this thinking though, because he wanted his daughter to at least experience a somewhat normal childhood, despite the nervous vomiting. 7
Finally, she met a girl that would accept her, be her friend, who would play with her at recess and invite her to birthday parties. Her name was Taylor. The teachers now thought that they problem was ended. The vomiting stopped, and she was now more friendly. Taylor encouraged her to play with the other children, take part in their games, just to live. 8
They were friends until third grade, when Taylor suddenly moved away to Ohio, without even telling her. She was now alone again, and resorted back to her former self. 9
At this time, things took a turn for the worse. Her father was sick and her mother was suing for divorce. But Taylor had made a mark on her still. She did not take the blame upon herself, and accepted it as her parents choice. Unfortunately, something even worse was yet to come. 10
Her brother, Justin was lately having 'emotional' problems, her mother said. He was often sent away to Charter, or would run away. He had a intimate relationship with an 11 year old girl. 11
One late night in July, when she fell asleep on the couch, she was awakened by rancid breath, a tongue slipping into her mouth, the covers being pulled down, and her clothes being slipped down. She then felt fingers... touching her were she went to the to the bathroom. She looked up and saw... it was Justin! He finally stopped, and went back upstairs, while she laid there confused on what just happened, and pulled the blanket over her head the rest of the night. 12
The next morning, she told her mother what he had done, but her mother told her Justin never would do such a thing. That she was dreaming. Since her own mother didn't believe her, she figured there was no use in trying to tell anyone else. 13
The act continued through the following year, never a word being passed while it was implemented, but during daylight hours, he constantly threatened to, 'shove a butcher knife up her ass'. 14
Her parents were still going through divorce, and her mother now decided that her child was 'cured', so she sent her to the public schools. There, she continued to do well, but no interaction with other children followed. She carried that secret, not telling anyone in fear that no one would like her if they knew. 15
One night though, a half miracle occurred. Justin attempted killing her father, which got him sent away, but this lead to her father leaving 2 months later. 16
After that, Justin came back... but now the nights weren't the same. He now heaved himself above her, pulling down her clothes completely, and pushed something hard into her body. She was mostly in shock, and in pain, but she laid there silent, as she always had before. 17
Insomnia took over her little body. She stayed up all night, in fear that he would come back. She held it in, scared to admit the truth. 18
But the walls came crumbling down anyway. All those nights of staying up... unable to sleep. Her senses became slow, and children would scream at her to move in line. Finally, one day, she couldn't take it anymore. Why didn't they understand that she just couldn't move faster because she was exhausted? She screamed, 'You would be tired, too, if you had to stay up all night because someone would otherwise come into your room!' 19
The teacher then pulled her away, dragging her into the counselor's office, a room she had seen many times before. They started talking about what she just said, mentioning words such as 'sexual abuse' and 'molestation'. They asked her what happened, and she broke down and told them what had occurred the following year. 20
They forced her to tell her story to the police, and they called her mother. Her mother then came in, false tears in her eyes, crying, 'I never knew'. And inside her head, she screamed, 'Oh, mother, you knew, I told you and you refused to listen'. 21
They brought her to be psychologically examined in a building in the next town. They asked her what happened, and she told them in her ignorant, young way. They often asked her if were someone else than her brother, was it her father or another brother? She replied, adamantly, 'My brother is the tallest man in the house, my other ones are shorter. It could not be my father, for he does not have rancid breath like he does, and besides, when they both left, it stopped, but when only Justin came back, it started again'. 22
In her mind, she constantly pondered why they didn't understand it was just her brother, not anyone else. But one day, the visits to the building stopped, and it was never mentioned again. 23
Why, she didn't know, but her mother told her that if she ever told her father about what happened, he would think her a whore and would want to sleep with her. 24
Now the other children knew her secret, and she was an outcast more than before. 25
And the little girl was lost within herself.26
Author notes
Sorry. This is the story of me until 5th grade. If it's confusing, just IM me your questions. My apologies if you think it sucked. I may add a part II to this story, explaining what I discovered when I was older. Yes, I _did_ have a high IQ. I know not if exist any longer. It ranged from 158-179... something like that. And I did do well in school, but I really couldn't socialize with other children. I can't even now. I still don't know what was different with me, but it was like a stench that clung to me, driving others away.
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be strong
you caught my attention with this one, though i know that probably was not your intention. i feel attached to you in some way. you are so like me.. but look at me, talking about myself. it's you i wonder about. i am truly, truly sorry for what happened to you. i know how alot of that is. but if you EVER (if you havent already which you probably have) think of hurting yourself because of what he did to you... DONT DO IT!!!! please, it is beyond addicting. it is the mother of all dangerous addictions, and it will probably never go away. i know this first hand. be careful with yourself, i sense a fragil soul in you... and i sound stupid. but IM me, will you? my screen name is:
NeonDarkFish and i'm on AIM. i would really like to talk to you... i feel like maybe i can help. although i'm sure you dont want to hear that. -
Ohmygod, sweetheart, this is absolutely a terrible thing you had to go through! I am so sorry you had to deal with this! I think it's great, though, that you've decided to tell about all of your difficulties, though. Something somewhat similar has happened to me like this, but I find I am to afraid to come out and write about it or anything.
I don't know if you're really looking for any kind of feelings towards it, but I feel that you are a very strong person and if you ever need to talk I'll be here to listen.
Thank you for sharing such a personal, deep story with everyone. I'm sure the emotions must be horrifying to deal with, but atleast you've kind of got it off of your chest. Good luck and I hope that someday you'll be able to feel better of yourself.
Molly -
Perhaps something LadyLuna said, about the courage you demonstrate by writing this out is the best comment one could make.
I sense you are not seeking sympathy and one can only guess as to why you have chosen to write and 'post' this.
Whatever you do, file this away to read again perhaps ten years down the road when you may have a different perspective on life.
And your genius level IQ is still there, it won't just fade away, especially since you write and think. But you should know that the 'difference' you spoke of as a child was most likely the high intelligence. It can be both a blessing and a curse as a mind like that sees things that others never do.
So get this out of your system, get it written and tucked away and then challenge yourself to learn everything you can about everything. The greatest joy in life is to learn and the social part, making friends, will come more easily when you gain the assurance and self esteem that comes with knowledge.
Thank you for sharing your writing. best regards....amicus
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OMG! That is terrible! I am so sorry. This did not suck. I am sorry that all those awful things happened to you. It happens to so many little girls, and a lot of the time, nothing ever gets done, which is so horrible! Thank You for sharing this. I know it had to hurt and bring out so many bad and horrible thoughts. I don't know if I could ever be strong enough to share this if it happened to me. I don't know if I could be strong enough to live if it had happened to me. I can not even imagine what you went through as a child. That is just horrible.
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hugs Oh God, hon, that's a really sad story. It's horrible how things can go from bad to worse for little children who are so undeserving of the pain and already have so much to deal with in their lives. It's nice to know that you could get some help, at least tell people and kind of be believed, but ... it's such a tradegy that these things happen every single fucking day in this country and the abusers have more rights than the children they hurt. It's sick. It was a very corageuous thing for you to share you pain with us, thank you, and I hope you've found you way to healing through it. All my love, sweetie.

