Ah screw it. Not gonna do the whole anonymous thing.
As a child, I used to steal things. Most of the stuff I stole were Yu-Gi-Oh! Cards from Walmart. Yeah, I was into Yu-Gi-Oh! when it was big. Several other items I stole were Hot Wheels cars, a toy wrestler, and candy. Lots and lots of candy. I think I was 11 when I last stole something. It was a pack of Yu-Gi-Oh! cards featuring the Elemental Hereos.
When I was 4, I killed a cat. The cat was a nuisance to us all. One day, I found it pulling off the clothing my grandmother put out to dry. I took several rocks and threw them at it to stop him. I may have thrown one a bit too hard. I was decent enough to carry the body up the hil next to my grandmother's house and bury it so that the crows wouldn't feast on it. A few days later, while cleaning our hen house, I would find a litter of kittens in the unused toolshed. This was in Puerto Rico by the way.
During my freshman year in college, my roommate desperately tried to get me to attend all the parties. I would lie to him, telling him I was busy with class work and all. Truth was, I hated being in large, crowded places. I also did this to the few friends I made in high school.
Now the following confession ties in with that last one above. There was an event in my life that changed me and not for the best.
Just a few away from my 13th birthday, it came to light that my father was cheating on my mom. Being the oldest of 4 boys, I was forced to be the messenger between the two. My mother didn't wanted to speak to him. Hell, she barely does nowadays. Anyway, neither saw what they were doing to me. They were both so damn focused on the failed marriage that they didn't notice the changes in my personality. I was quite popular in school. I was real friendly with people. Befriending people back then was real easy for me. That all change over the course of the next few months. I shut off every one. I started skipping school which was very surprising to everyone since I was always on the Honor Roll and never missed a single day of class. I became quite suicidal. For a while, every object I came across, I would imagine how I would end my life with said object. After months of going unnoticed, my parents finally took noticed of the changes. My mother desperately tried to help me while my father wanted me locked up for being a danger to my brothers. In late November of that year, my father got his wished. For a month, I was locked up. Only my mother came to visit me when she could. I was released two days after Christmas. This was the first Christmas I did not spend with my family. I was barely two weeks out before being sent back. Now you're wondering what happened, well let me tell you. I was forced to visit my dad. During that visit, I came across a red spray can. Apparently there was a hole in the can and some of the liquid landed on my shoe. During a visit with my physchiatrist, she asked me if that was blood on my shoe. I chose not to respond since I hated going there. Because of that, they thought I hurt myself. So I was locked up for yet another month. Out again, I was slowly becoming more like my old self. Then that shit happened. My Father's side of the family had come up with lies prior to my first lock up, calling my mother suicidal and promiscuous and such. Because of their lies, DCF (Department of Children and Families or some shit like that) got involved. A few days shy of my 13 birthday, my father was supposed to pick up my brothers for the weekend. He never came. Instead, the DCF woman working on my mother's case came. Now my brothers weren't supposed to be alone with me due to being labeled a danger and all. My mother had no one to watch me specifically while she was working. The woman left only to return shortly with police. They took my brothers away to a children's home or some shit. I was on my way there myself before I lashed out. I instead went back to my old room in the hospital. This time, my mother nearly lost all of us. I spent the remaining school year and most of the summer at this place for orphaned kids and whatnot. During that time, my brothers spent the remaining school year with my father after he was granted temporary custody of them. My mother would later gained full custody of us all.
I came out of that ordeal a different person. No longer was I the talkative person I once was. I had a difficult time making friends after that. Hell, I still do to this day. It's been 7 years since then. I'm 20, turning 21 in just 4 months. To this day, I haven't forgiven my family, especially my parents for what they did to me. No child should go through that. Nowadays, I have a difficult time opening up to people. This is probably the first time I put myself out there for the world to see.
Thank you for reading this and to CatGAF, I'm so sorry for what my 4 year old self did.
Edit: Forgot to mention that I still keep in contact with my father. I won't lie, for a while I hated his new wife. I no longer hate her for being a home wrecker and all. In fact, she and I shared a lot of common interests. She's one of the few people I know outside of the Internet that I can converse with regarding Game of Thrones, The Walking Dead, and several other shows.
Edit #2: I wrote several erotic stories a few years back and yes, Fiction, I used "cum" instead of "come." No, I will not provide any links to those stories. In fact, I would rather forget about them. I tried to delete them several times but once something is on the Internet, it will forever be on the Internet.
