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The Night I Died

Kapitel 1: I Hated What They did to me

I can't fully remember all that has happened since then. It seem like a nightmare and something to good to be true. I don't know why they did this to me. I don't remember doing anything to me. Maybe my life was to perfect even though I had my share of problems. Or is it just the natural tendency of human beings and their disears.

Life was so simple back then, I was only in 7th grade then people treated like they always did. Like I had malaria or some type of plague. Maybe even the Black plague that they taught us about in school that year. Even though we have heard about it a little bite the year before at least I think we did. So it honestly wasn't that bad being ignored by almost every one. To be completely honest I liked it. No one would just randomly talk to be. I think it protected me from people who could potentially hurt me. I have been hurt emotionally so much. It's partially my own fault because I let them and I accepted their lies as truth. I have a lot of things to overcome in my life. I'm sure my older siblings had more problems than I do. I just have identity problems, secret addictions I can't explain.

I really don't think I can understand myself very well. People in general I don't like, because they are selfish and don't care about how they get what they want. I remember how this one girl decided to make sure I knew I was a piece of crap. I don't even think that she was that bad. I made it worse any way.