My name is Kevin Martin. I'm 12 years old. I have a dad, 2 older brothers, and a youger sister. My dad beats me, my brothers hate me and I hate my sister. After my mom died of my dad beating her to death, then leaving her for dead at the side of the road, I think dad has started to plan on killing me next. We were all there when dad pulled over. It was becuase mom would't stop crying over dad telling her that her mother was going to die if she didn't stop crying and so would she. When mom wouldn't stop dad pulled over, pulled out a sledgehammer and killed her right there in front of us. Were I'm at, in my shitty life, I'm glad that da's trying to kill me. I feel like I'm invisible and that my soul went with mom but left my ody here to burn in a living hell.
I go to school every day. I go to Northwood School on week days and Glenwood school's weekend program. I manage to sneak out of school every day, so I always bring money with me to buy something. Most of the time I don't buy any thing, though, cause most of the time I get jumped. I always have scraped knees, elbows and I have a huge scar across the right side of my face. I grew my hiar out long when I got it when one of the kids that jumped me was mad and threw his pocket knife at me. I thought it would stab me and I would die. It just stabed me, then he dragged it slowly down the side of my face.
I have blue gray eyes like my mom but nobody ever notices them because my brown hair covers them. I have a pale face, kind of ghostly. My mom said I had 9 lives, well I had 7 at the time because I had almost been hit by a truck and I almost touched the bottom of the deep end in a pool because I didn't know how to swim. Now, I think I look ghostly because I'm dead.
Mom was religious. and now I'll pray. I pray to God that my whole life is a dream. A horrible dream. A nightmare. That one day I'll wake up to see my mom and dad standing side by side loving each other. Loving my brothers, my sister and I. That When I wake up from all the evil in this dream, That I wo't be ghostly and in Hell. I'll be peach coulor and I heaven. God, I know that you really know that my life isn't a dream, but you kept me here for a reason. Tell me the reason! To be beet? To be hurt?! To watch myself, and my family slip away into Hell?!! Tell me before it's to late and my life is a dream while I sleep in heaven.
Author notes
Please don't kill me with bad comments I'm only eleven!!
A contest entry
- Behind The Poem "Wake Me Up From This Dream" by Pray For Me.
100 points, ended January 14, 2007, 2 entries
Gold trophy winner
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WOW
and ur only eleven. That was really sad and good. Good luck
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This is really good and I've read some other stories of yours, it is hard to believe you're eleven (applaud...but envy swarms beneath the smile) My only problem with this is this particular line "After my mom died of my dad beating her to death, then leaving her for dead at the side of the road" I don't know if it's just redundant or contradicts itself. I think it might be a little better if you said something like "After my mom died of my dad brutally beating her and then leaving her for dead at the side of the road" Okay...maybe that worsened it...(frustrated sigh)...oh well...good job and good luck in my contest.
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Guys if you really like sad stories read the story I made called The Day I Lost Her it made myself cry I am such a jerk to cry to a story I made. I know its not even real. -
wow. really sad. how did you come up with all this? great job! thanks for entering my contest!
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thank you for enterring, and i have to say this was great. whered u get the inspiration? i think this was REALLY sad! i cant believ ur only eleven! great job with this, and i like that it was short and sweet. btw hey im taylor and im 12. great job and good luck!
Taylor
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Scary
This is a story of a real life horrible nightmare. I know a lady whose father was like that, and he DID kill her mother in front of her
I guess that's why I take this story to heart. My only critique is that you might need to use spell check. 
But it's really good and I hope you write a sequel to this. Congratulations on the Gold!
beginning: 4, language: 3, plot: 4, ending: 4, characters: 5.
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this was great. it does kinda scare me though that you can write with such knowledge and clarity about such horrible subjects at the age of 11. i would love you to extend this story, it has amazing potential. keep it up!
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Thank you for entering my contest. Yes, this was a sad story, but I liked it a lot. Good luck.
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Awww, this is so sad! You should write some more. I want to know what happens to poor Kevin!
beginning: 3, language: 4, ending: 5, characters: 3.
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u made me cry so bad keep up the storys i love them so much going to read another one of yours
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wow for being 11 this was a rather good start for you i liked it keep up the good work
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Thanks for being my friend. It's hard to make them and I'm actually a bit shy .
Thanks alot!!
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