My Life Story: Part 1

A Story by Sarah

This is what I've been wanting to publish for so long, maybe to show people that have tough lives that their CAN be worse things that cant happen.

Life is a treasure, a gift, and a privilage. Some humans have happy familys and joy filled moments in life, and have the opprotunity to live their lives to the fullest. Although for my life, I havn't able to live my childhood like most normal kids should. I have secrets locked away deep inside. For so many years I havn't told the true story of my life. I'm afraid that if I don't let this out, it will eat me alive. So what you are about to read is graphic and is the untold story of Sarah Anderson...

My life as a child from when I was born to about the age of 5 was fun, happy and carefree. I didn'tworry about anything except to make my way outside and play all day long. By the time I was 5, we moved from our home that was in the midddle of nowhere, or as I call it "10 anchors", to this big city called Palm City here in Florida.That is where all the troubling issues began. Also where i met my best friend to this day.

My father, I didn't really understand fully of what was going on with my family at the time, but he would yell at me.Giving me lectures that would sometimes last for hours if someone didnt interfer. Even ever the little things, like going outside barefooted just to get the mail, he would he would scream my name and hit me, then drag me inside. Little 5,6,7 year olds shouldn't be afriad of there father. I was even scared to come home after school. Everyday I would demand my mother to drop me off at my friends house if I saw his Blazor in the driveway from across the canal.

I remember one night I came out my room because I heard my dad yelling at my mom. What Isaw was my mom on the 5th stair twords the top, my dad 3 stairs below her and my big brother2 stairs below him with his hand on the rails holding my father up. He was obviosly drunk. Once my parents saw me, my mom took me back to bed.

By the time I was 6, the fighting got worse. My brother and father would fight all the time. Then my brothe got with the wrong kind of people and him and my father grew even more apart. But when I was sitting at the dinning table with my dad, I saw my brother with his friend Thanny. I saw that Thanny had a gun in his hand, then he pointed it at my brothers head. I told my dad and that was the first time my dad prfected my brother.

Later that year, I met this boy, his name was Jeff. We met at a park when I fell and he helped me up. We dated, without my parents knowing, til a year later when I had to move away. I was heart broken. The reason why we had to move was because my dad lied to my mom saying that he would pay the rent for the house. But yet he didnt have a job about 75% of the time we lived there. We were about $200,000 in debt. My father stayed in Palm City while my mom,brother, little sister, and I moved to Altoona. Into a trailer that my grandparents rented out to us.

Mom was working as a waitress 6 or 7 days a week from 9am to 7pm. I had to babysit my little sister because she has autism. My brother didnt do much,til he was framed for a crime that i saw on the day we moved, which earned him 7 months in Fawlkinberg Juvial Jail. While that, I was beginning 2nd grade at Umitilla Elemntary to finish the end of 2nd grade. About 1 month while I was at that school, I was raped by two of my classmates. One was the son of the Lake County Sheriff so it never went to court. Which my mom tried her hardest to atleast get those boys exspelled...which never happened.

I was tramaly scared, my mom took me to therpy for about 4 years. Which I can tell you that those years didn't help at all. Then, August 14th, 2005 my father dies of a tumber that grew inside is brain. Most of the family think it's from all the drinking he did, but we really dont know. What troubled me the most and that I still hold against my dad was that he promised me that he would make it to my 10th birthday party. So thats another reason why i went to therpy.

A month after my birthday, I get a suprise phone call from Jeff. He moved up to Lake County because his father's business. I was so excited because he was my first real fling with anyone and I was foolish enough to think he was my soulmate. With him by my side I was an extreme mess, in a good way. We had the times of our lives. Eventhough we were only 11. Then in 2008me and it was halloween, I can still hear the sirens from the cop cars. Jeff and I were walking to the gas station to get some ice for my mom after we got done trick or treating around the neighborhood. I was in the back getting the ice and Jeff was paying for it. I heard a gunshot, then another, and another. It happened so fast I had no time to react. I hide behinda Miller Lite standie. I waiting a few seconds, then i heard the guy say my name like how a dad plays hide'n go seek with his kids. I was terrified for my life, Then i peared around the standie and saw Jeff down on the ground, a pool of blood surrounding him. I felt myself get dizzy but i thought that was from this action being all sudden. I stealthy made my way to Jeff. By the time i made it to Jeff the guy way gone, and so was Jeff. I felt a strange pain next to my heart and saw tht i was bleeding, I was shot right above the heart.

I called the ambulance right when I passed out from loss of blood. Reportedly I died 4 times, two on the way to the hospital and two when i was in the ER.

I was in clinical depressionsince then, I started using drugs, I would cut my wrist, and I would drink. I have a scar from that night and i hate looking at it. It's so depressing. I even tried dating again to maybe fill in that void in my heart, but everyrelationship I've been in is abusive (phyically, verbally, and sexually). My last relationship with Kyle, was the worst. When i got my throat slit by my first ex Shane, I was in a coma for a week, maybe. My twin, Nikki, told me about this guy on twitter, that he actually cared about my well-being, he sounded so sweet and senctive by how Nikki was explaining his concern for me.

A few days later, I awoke from my come to find KYle making out with my cousin in the chair next to my bed. That was the last Straw...I dumped Kyle the next da, and thats when my relationship started with the guy from twitter, his name Erik.

In August of 2010, I was talking to Erik on twitter on my phone in my room. It was night time. This guy that supposable kidnapped me when I was little found me and crashed threw my window and attackedd me. I was cut on the arm pretty deep. I was talking to erik on the phone outside my house when I noticed it