Sunday, February 17, 2019

church

Once there was a little girl, around 8 yrs old, and she was sitting in church....next to her was her mother...her "dad" was home sleeping.  

The little girl was bored so began writing on her hands with ink pen...well the mother got so angry she said "stop, I will tell "dad" that you are not behaving" or something like that...well this upset the little girl so much, as she knows to never get "dad" angry.  The little girl jumped up and ran screaming down the aisle, in the middle of church,  and ran out the door.....Mom, came out, mortified that her kid had embarrassed her so...So they left church early and went home....

Coming home early, woke the "dad" up.  He was not happy, he was in fact, in a rage.....the mother told him what happened in church as to why they came home early....The "dad" grabbed her hands and saw the ink writing, and he told her to go to the room....(the room was the bathroom)...

The little girl went into the bathroom and curled up in a ball on the floor...she knew she was in trouble...after what seemed an eternity, the "dad" came in and shut the door.   He yanked her up and told her to take off her dress and boots....she did....she knew....

The "dad" picked her up and basically threw her into the bath tub and turned on the COLD water, then flipped on the shower....Ice cold water.  He held down the naked little girl in that cold cold water, making her cough and gag with the water hitting her face...

"This is how it feels to be woken up from a dead sleep", "like ice cold water being thrown on you"..."how do you like this?"...NEVER write on yourself again....or wake me up.

Later, after it was over, the little girl went to her bedroom, she had an ink pen with her crayons and she grabbed the pen and crawled under the covers....with the pen, she jabbed it in her forearm and scraped it all the way down to the elbows...long black bloody marks.....This was the first time she self-harmed...and she felt nothing...no pain, no nothing....so she cut deeper and deeper until she felt pain....this was the beginning of her self-harming....she started wearing long sleeves and long pants after that....they did not see her marks....she hid them...lied about them...loved them.......


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