• When i was younger my mom married a man named well his name doesn't
    matter.
    There was a lot of abusive when i was growing up.It was toward me and my
    brother.
    My did nothing to stop it she loved him more and everyone knew it.She took
    his side on everything.She didn't care what happen to us and we knew it.We
    couldn't cry because it was a sign of weackness.And it just made him mader.
    My family knew and finally took me away when my brother was 18 and i was
    16.
    I bounced from family member to family member each one being woser than
    the last.
    I cryed all the time and felt so lost and and alone.
    Til one day my brother found me and took me away to live with him.I loved him
    for it.The whole in my heart was filled and i finally in my life felt ok like maybe life
    would get better.
    But one day my brother told me he was going into the Marines and there was
    nothing he could do about it.
    When he left i was worried all the time that he was going to get killed and i was
    never going to see him again.
    When he came home i was happy again i felt like I was going to be ok.
    But one moring i was told he got killed some people jumped him and killed him.
    I was lost i didn't know what to do.
    I slowly felt the whole in my heart come back.I feel like i need someone to fill it
    I don't know what to do.I never did and this is my story.