Insert Name Here [Unfinished]

I hate it! , I hate it! I hate my life! I hate my parents I want to be dead.

I have few friends and no name covered in bruises my life is all pain.

Why always me this started when I was three. The beating there’s no end! Why cant it stop just for one day, my life is a misery, I don’t understand why everyone hates me.

On my third birthday that’s when it started, I had just asked if my mum and dad had bought me a present they hit me and hit me threw me against a wall this isn’t how life should be.

I can’t tell my friends, I can’t tell my teachers I can’t even tell a stranger because I love my parents and I don’t want them to be locked away or fined.

I’d be put in one of those homes where kids are put when they aren’t wanted anymore. I don’t want to become one of them I’ve heard life in there is like a prison.

I have no name I am not wanted my parents call me “that thing”

Every time I hear their voices a chill runs down my spine but I’m full of hope that they won’t beat me and will start to love me but I know deep down that it will never happen.

When they get home from work I see them walking up the drive I run for my room and hide behind my door they won’t look for me unless…..

Unless….. They are in a bad mood the beatings seem to be worse when they are.

I only get the scraps that fall of plates that other people don’t want. I’m treated like a slave I have to cook clean and wash and it all has to be done to a very high standard or you’ve probably guessed, yes your right a beating.

I’m surprised I’m still alive but I wish I were dead. I stay awake all night to watch out for them I never know when they’re going to strike.

Thinking I do it all the time it’s the only thing that keeps me calm, trapped in my head the only safe place I know.

I feel constant depression and conflict running through my veins.

Is life worth living?

Do I have a point?

Or is my life just a reason for people to hate me?

Everywhere I go people stare at me, at my bruises, at my face.

They treat me like dirt, like I don’t have the right to exist.

I feel like the most hated person in the world.

I have a good reason to feel that way.

If there was a contest to see who was most hated I'd win.

That would probably be the only thing I’d win.

All I want to do is crawl up in a ball and die!

I’m so depressed I shouldn’t even be feeling this way I’m only eight!

I’m surprised I even no what depression is at my age!

All the children that go to my school bully me they say things like

“You are a tramp” “Go to hell you piece of useless c**p”

(Yes they do know that language)

The bullies walk around in huge groups of ten to twenty, they see a person like me then I wake up in a completely different place usually covered in mud and dog poop and then to make worse I get home my mum sees me and she beat me with a belt because my clothes are coated in filth.

When I was in class the next day a teacher that I didn’t recognise walked in and asked to see me, I walked out she took me to a small room and started talking she said “I work for social services and one of your teachers told me about you coming into school covered in masses of new bruises each day” This is the point were I start getting a bit nervous then she said the one think I was dreading “Are you having any problems at home?”

I couldn’t talk I was so scared I wanted to tell her all about the beatings but at the same time I was thinking if I told her my parents would be taken away, so I just sat there and said nothing.

“You’ve got to say something” I looked back at her blankly “common there must be something or else where are all the bruises coming from”

I couldn’t keep it in anymore I started crying uncontrollably I managed to get out “I just can’t take it anymore” and then I just sat there crying in my lap

Wishing that this is all a dream and it would end, but my life isn’t a dream its reality STUPID REALITY!

She finally says ok you can go back to class now so I walked slowly wiping the tears from my eyes hoping that when I got back in no one had noticed that I had gone but they had I walked in quietly and sat back in my chair in seconds people were surrounding me like a swarm of bees exiting the hive they all kept on trying to get my attention but I couldn’t answer someone had guessed what had just happened. He said, “I recognised that lady she came round my house and asked my parents why I wasn’t going to school, my Dad told her to get lost

From then on for some reason school seemed to gradually get better I still had some random punches from some of the kids hay but life goes on, but at home as I walked in my parents were waiting for me standing there at the door like they knew something, Dad was hiding something behind his back at this point I was getting worried I slowly closed the door and then it happened I got belted around my face with the metal part of the belt he did it again and again and again then when I woke up know one was in the house I went into the front room and all the furniture was gone I looked around the house nothing left only a few things in my room which were trashed probably because they were looking for my found money collection I had nearly made ten pounds! I had been saving that all my life. I went down to the front door it was boarded up with huge think planks of wood, I tried to open it bit it had been padlocked now I’m trapped in my own house with no food only water but the water will probably be turned off soon because Mum isn’t paying the bills so what can I do? I might as well just lie on the floor and die. Locked in, no way out, no food, no water, this is it I’m going to die, die on my own in a cold empty house with no company but my thoughts.

I woke up to hear a knock on the door, it was the police I shouted help I’m stuck in here! As loud as I could the policeman said ok stand back from the door, a loud banging started and the door started rattling then BOOM! The door fell in it nearly hit me the policeman came inside and helped me out, then the questions started who are you? And why aren’t you at school? So thinking it was safe I answered the questions carefully then after a while he said ok I’ll take you to a safe place were you can stay until we find you a new home.

Still feeling a bit unsure about everything not if the police would try to contact my parents to prosecute them, and then they’d know it was me who got them in that trouble and then if they escaped or got away with it and found me it would be more than a beating they might even try to kill me, but until that happens I think I’m safe here once again alone with my thoughts in a room on my own

Unsure on what the world has planned for me next.

I was awoken by a pat on the shoulder it was the policeman again he said ok we’ve found a place for you to stay. RELIF I thought he was going to say we’ve found you parents! You will be staying in a nice home with a Mrs Whitley she lives just a few roads away now this will only be a temporary home for you because Mrs Whitley is moving out of area, so I’ll ring social services to see if they’ve got any spaces I shouted NO anything but that, the policeman said well what are we going to do with you then? Well we could find a long term home for you but that might take a while, I’d calmed down a bit by then and I said thanks but what would happen to me if you don’t find one before Mrs Whitley moves?

Err well I don’t know we’ll try to stop that happening.

Later that day I went back to my house and started getting all the remaining things that are mine barely any of my clothes are left (well the one’s I had anyway) and WAIT I’ve just remembered my emergency stash of money and food, I lifted up I bit of the carpet and pulled back the floorboard and under there was the money still in tact but the food had gone all mouldy I counted all my money there was only fifteen twenty pounds ish there well I guess that will have to do. I’m guessing your wondering where I got the money? I’ll tell you anyway when I was a bit younger my parents had jobs were they came back home around ten pm so with that extra time I had I went out and got a little job it didn’t last long because my mum caught me working one night when she got out of work early she took most the money I only made thirty pounds and she just took it away I asked why and she hit me and said I need this more than you!

So I hid the rest on the money under my floorboards just for safekeeping.

I went back to the police station and I was taken to my new but temporary home,

Mrs Whitley was a nice person she made sure I felt at home as soon as I stepped in the door. Two other children lived there I had to share a room with them but it was ok it was a big room and that night I slept and slept I’d hadn’t slept like that since I was two!

The next morning I was woken by the TV being turned on because someone had turned it to the top in the night thinking it would be a good idea but still it was a good night.

YES! Its Saturday finally free from that hell hole they call school.

I got out of bed got dressed I was about to go out when Mrs Whitley said where are you going you’ve got school now very confused I said what? But it’s a Saturday?!? Yes it is everyone in this house goes to Saturday school

Even if you’re not my child I want you to have the best education you can!

Probably about fifteen minutes later we were in the car on the way to my new school, I don’t understand why I just couldn’t stay at my own school I was doing fine there. As we drove up to the building the shadow covered the car I took a look up at the building it was all old dark and gray, It didn’t look very safe but I managed to get the guts to walk up to the main gate it was a huge old rusty thing

That squeaked when it moved, then Mrs. Whitley said what are you looking at that factory for it’s the next building so I walked up to the next building and there I saw a small church Mrs. Whitley then said to my surprise oh did I forget to mention I’m a very strong Christian and the Saturday school is actually not really a school it’s a kind of Sunday school but on Saturday I think everyone should learn everything to do with religion to give them a better understanding of the world. Now what she just said gave me a huge shock I don’t want to go to a Saturday Sunday school it’ll be like R.E but worse!

As I walked in I was kind of nervous but still Mrs Whitley encouraged me along, we got to a small room around the back as I entered there was about a group of about five or six kids just sitting around like they were waiting for something then someone came behind me they told me to take a seat and relax and then she went on talking to the whole group

Ok good morning everyone today we’ll be looking at the way people treated Jesus just before he was crucified….

To tell you the truth I kind of turned off my ears at that point because I was bored already, finally the session finished RELIF!

Now how to get back to Mrs Whitley’s house because she couldn’t pick us up I started walking down the road and then I saw a shadow it looked like my mum this made me jump, I thought they left the country! I started jogging because I didn’t want my mum to see me if it was her, all my horrible memories were flooding back the hitting the bruises the blood and all the pain.

About fifteen minutes later I was back on the road I used to live on; I walked to my old house I crept around until I knew no one was there I went up to my old room and there hanging from the light was a man his eyes had been removed from the sockets and three of his limbs were chopped off on the floor just laying there it was disgusting, his skin was all wrinkled and blue. I ran out of the house as fast as I could not looking back, I didn’t want to risk staying in the house the murderer might still be here, I carried on running until I got back to Mrs Whitley’s house, I hid under my bed taking heavy breaths trying to get the images of that man out of my head they wouldn’t go away!

For the rest of the day I didn’t really do much, well I was hiding I tried to carry on a normal day but everywhere I looked I could see that man just hanging, and that’s one image that will never leave me.

I sat through church the next day after staying awake all night that was the last thing I needed. I think it must have been half way through the service I went to sleep, I dreamt that I was touched by an angel when I awoke I felt this tingling sensation in my legs so I stood up and before I knew it I was floating in the air everybody turned around to see what was going on and there I was just happily just floating I felt no emotion apart from happiness and clarity I understood everything my parents that beat me were not my real parents I think the angel who touched me was my mum she gave me a gift for a reason.

I floated back down and it was like it never happened everybody else carried on worshipping its like it never happened.

Monday again I’ve found out that I do get to stay in my old school so I went and had a normal day.

Everyday that passed from then seemed to be getting better and better soon I was in all top classes and moved up a year.

As time passed it was time for my year 6 leaving trip it was to a water park I can’t remember what it was called, I asked Mrs Whitley if I could go and she agreed if I remember correctly she said go on you deserve some good memories.

The water park was great I went on the biggest slide there it was called The Cloud kamikaze it went up 1000 feet up and had a straight vertical drop, I remember going down and feeling my stomach move up into my rips.

So anyway on the way home CRASH our coach slides off the road we found off that the driver had been drinking but this accident was massive 40 kids on a coach all thrown to one side windows were smashed blood was shed the bus carried on sliding down into this ditch and running through my head was “And they say that a hero can save us I’m not going to stand here and wait”, All of a sudden I had the same feeling as when my mum touched me in that church I started to glow with this intense gold it was like the sun landed into me, I moved my hand towards the ground and the whole coach glowed like I did it lifted off the slope and back onto the road without a scratch even the broken windows were fixed but yet as soon as the glowing had stopped and we were back on the road no one even knew we fell of the road.

What am I? Why can I do the things I do? Was I given these powers for a reason or did we really fall of the road and I’ve died? Or maybe I’m lying in a hospital bed somewhere and all my life is a comatose imagination either way I’ve got to get on with my life, or not so life anyway.