Resumo de The Trauma Child - Rachelle dearden

It started a couple of days ago, that?s why I?m here on the streets. My mum and dad always arguing. It?s too horrible to talk about so I?ll write about it instead. My name is Mariah I?m 15 years old. I left home for a reason I didn?t make my self homeless as some people would say. I left home because of my dad?s evil crime.

I was supposed to start my first day at school, and I was looking in the cupboard under the stairs for my shoes when I toppled into the cupboard and got locked in! it was dark so I turned on the light, it was quite comfy and quite spacious so I knew no one would come in for a while so I fell asleep.

Time flew by and before I knew it was 8?oclock, mum and dad were arguing and fighting and I woke up for the next half hour I lay there listening to it all. A saucepan was flung harshly at the door. It hit the door with an echoing bang which sent a ringing noise in my ears. The door propped open and I had a full view of the kitchen where mum and dad were having the fight.

I watched silently and I gasped as dad raised the butcher?s knife and I saw mum fall to the floor blood trickling from her body. Mum was screaming, I wanted to say something but I knew it was dangerous. My mum was screaming in agony as she lay there, dad shouted at her saying ?shut up, shut up? I saw dad slit her neck and she fell dead on the ground.

My heart raced through my chest, sweat trickling down my spine rain soaking my hair, I need to tell someone before I became his next victim. I had to get away from him but alas I ran literally straight in to him he was getting rid of the weapon and her body.

He dragged me home screaming and shouting at me ?get in, get in? he shoved me upstairs and locked in my room. For next few days he made me clean wash and cook sometimes he?d come home form the pub drunk and give me a good beating.

One day he even put me in hospital saying I?d been thoroughly bullied at school, I was horrified at what he had been saying and when they left he threatened me. He said if I told anyone about what he?s done he?d do to me as he does to stray girls, he rapes them and tortures them to death.

I was shell shocked I thought to myself how such an evil twisted man could be my dad the only man I?m supposed to trust in the whole wide world. It sickened me as he grinned and kissed me on the cheek. His bitter stank of whisky that wretched smell would never go away.

When I was discharged form the hospital I went to stay with my best friend Clara I told her everything form day one. She promised not to breathe a word to anyone or any soul I stayed with her for two days until my dad looking for me.

I needed to get away so I started living on the streets. I had all my wool so I knitted a few purses for sale and my self a blanket and a jumper. I raised about ¢50; I found a doorstop of an abandoned house and kipped there for the night. I opened up my bag that Clara gave me and found every day necessities to survive out in the cold hard night.

I praised god for Clara if it wasn?t for her I wouldn?t have survived this terrible trauma. Meanwhile I was in the doorway when a kind looking lady came up to me and said that she might have a couple of useful bits, if I did some chores for her. I guess she was feeling sorry for me. I fed her cat slinky and did a bit of cleaning.

She gave me a bath some new clothes and a warm bed to sleep in, she put me in touch with a chid cytologists and I told her everything from day 1. she let me start her own buses I have a new foster mum and she?s supported me through thick and thin even when I had to put my dad to prison, I cried after but she said it was for the best, now I?m receiving therapy.

Dad was charged with 6 counts of child abuse and was sentenced with 39 years in jail I started Kingsdale everything was fine and I think that everyone got what they deserved didn?t they?

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