AUTHOR NOTES: I answered any question on the bottom.
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Broken Life
By: Lonesome_Pan-Chan
Chapter 2 = Teenage Years
They wanted me, I didn't.
They wanted me, I didn't.
They wanted me, I didn't.
I didn't... I didn't... I didn't,
They wanted me...
I didn't.
When I was lost.
I managed to get over, what my father did to me. But it ruined me. I... I changed. I wasn't the innocent little Panny, everyone once knew. No. I was Pan. The Pan who wanted nothing more, than to cause people pain. Mainly the people who caused me pain, and that made me hate.
I picked up Kick Boxing, when I turned 11. Wanting to relieve all my anger and rage on someone, anyone. I participated in around 37 fights that whole year, on the street where I met my first best friend, Mike.
He was watching one fight in particular, in where a conceited bitch from my neighborhood tripped me and spit down on me. I would have left the tripping action go, I could have just convinced myself it was an accident. But... She made her own reservations on a hospital bed, when she spit down at me. That piece of saliva that rolled down my temples to my cheek was her sentence, her guarantee that she would go through intense pain. Poor bitch, Mike was the one who stopped me from killing her ass. I had been punching her so savagely, she had fainted before Mike managed to get me off of her.
He had heard the police coming I guess, so he had pulled me over his shoulder, as I was struggling in his hold, and ran like a mother fucker. Away from the still bitch, on the middle of the street floor. He had managed to barely pull me off of her. I still make fun of him for it. I at the time was too angry, to know what was happening, but the basics. A guy I didn't even know, had pulled me up, and away from the bitch, carrying me off to gods knows where, seeing many other neighborhood kids where also running along side us turning in different directions, away from something, making a lot of noise.
You know I panicked. Struggling in his grasp harder than ever, until he pulled me in an abandoned building, putting me down covering my mouth.
"Shut up, you don't want to be sent to a fucking teen jail," he hissed urgently, keeping my mouth covered, peering out the window. I was confused until I remembered the fight.
I pulled his hand away from my mouth angrily, moving away from him. I looked out the window seeing many copers in the area, wiping out every chance I had in getting out the building. I sent a direct glare at Mike and sitting down on the opposite wall from him, not fully trusting him at all.
He looked around 13 or 14 years old, and for girls that where all into guys, like on TV, and couldn't live without them, he was really attractive. Not that I liked girls, but I had a no guy thing since what my father tried to do to me. Which was about to change.
When he made sure the coppers were gone he sat down next to me. I moved away from him suspicious. He glanced at me for a second making sure I wouldn't attack, I laughed at that.
"So, what's a teen jail?" I asked remembering what he had told me earlier. "Cause I never heard of it," I added watching him shrug.
"It's like a Juvenile Detention Center, for trouble makers under age," he said digging in his pockets for something. "That shit is worse than here, you fight in their the'll put you in Iso terms for Isolation, or something. No light, No sound, nothing, except when they bring in the food, which sucks," he finished finding a chocolate bar in his pockets. "Want some," he offered me the bar.
I hadn't eaten for about 17 hours and I was real hungry, so I accepted his offering gratefully. We had eaten the chocolate in silence. "Why did you help me?" I asked suddenly, out of no where. He seemed to be surprise because next thing I know I'm hitting his back, trying to help him breath as he seemed to be choking, on the chocolate bar.
"What?" he asked looking at me surprise, "well...umm I dunno, I guess because you didn't seem to hear the police coming, and your a good fighter, my older bro took me to see you fight in that competition two weeks ago before he got sent to the teen jail." He had said very rapidly turning pink in the face, I raised an eye brow and shrugged it off thinking he was real weird.
I had won the competition he had been referring to. The people fighting me at the competition were beyond weak. I found Mike was a boxer at a near by gym and was in a gang, his brother had started it, I guess. He had offered me to go in boxing, and the gang, but I didn't accept his proposition, in becoming a boxer yet. He had understood and said that the gang wasn't at all bad. That they just hung out, like a pack of friends, which they were. I accepted then to join his little gang. We became friends after that.
He went to my competitions for the next two years, and I got to meet some of his friends. They all seemed cool with me.
When I was near 14, I decided to get in boxing since Kick Boxing was beginning to get boring. I had won all the competitions I entered, and no one seemed able to challenge me. Mike made sure I didn't have to pay for classes in boxing, which I didn't even need. In my opinion.
After like a few months when I turned 14 finally, I got my own coach. I offered to pay him but he didn't accept my money, I found out later why.
My coach was always there like my friends Mike, Jack, John, and Elijah. They were always cheering me on, on my sparring sessions. My couch knew. He knew about my parents. He knew about my family. I was furious when he told me he did. I told him I didn't want his pity, that I wasn't one of those people that would take shit from no one. He had shook his head telling me he wasn't helping me because of pity that he was only doing it because he saw a lot of talent and potential in me. He had no reason to lie to me so... I believed.
At home things just went from bad to worse, with my parents. I didn't care. They would hit me for getting home late from the gym around 8. I didn't care, and they didn't know.
I would wake up every morning at 6, and get ready for school. I would leave home 15 minutes later to get together with my friends and walk to school. Did I mention I was a total tomboy, and all my friends where guys? Well yeah they were. We would sometimes stop and eat at this little fast food place in the morning and get to school 5 minutes late. We were always late.
First break all of us would sit around and make fun of different things. For example our Dean, who always had his hand up his ass trying to pull out something or whatever was up their. The first time we saw him doing that shit, we had laughed our heads off, but after a while it wasn't funny anymore just disgusting. We would only make remarks like 'he has something up his ass' or 'run away it's Rakichi', when he was an ass to us. Which was always.
Lunch was also a lot of fun like first break, but better. We would either go out and eat at a fast food place, or go in the cafeteria and terrorize the poor lunch lady, and infuriate even more the angry janitor. We were a wild group of teens.
After school Jack and John would go to after school activities, and meet us at the gym later. Mike, Elijah and I would go finish up our homework real quick at the library. Then go and hang around somewhere, trying to stay out of trouble.
We would head out to the gym to train at around 5 to get a good three hours of training, before we went home. This schedule was the only reason I never thought about drugs, and alcohol. I was too busy. I never liked smoking and never even thought about suicide. I wasn't that weak, as to kill myself.
I was in Mike's small gang, it was only the group, and some other boxers from the gym. We would meet up in the gym and go out on Saturdays and Sundays, if they wanted to. Most did.
One day on June 13 to be exact, I was made by all my guy friends to go to the gym right after school that day. At the gym they surprised me with a huge birthday party. I had forgotten that day was my birthday, no one ever celebrated my birthday, and here were my friends celebrating mine. That day I loved my life. That day I didn't feel the world against me. That day I was alive.
They had decorated the whole gym and had got a good DJ. I received many presents and a huge cake. At first I didn't thinks it was all for me. Heck! I began singing 'Happy Birthday' when I heard someone begin singing it. I was for once really truly happy, and it was all thanks to my friends, my gang and my family.
Most people would say a gang is bad. Well that may be true but the gang I was in wasn't violent, we just looked after each other, and get into fights only for protection.
I had asked them how they could afford all the decorations, cake, and DJ. They had responded that they had been saving up for two months, knowing it was my 15th birthday, because Mike remembered when I one's told him. I was shocked. They managed to save up the money successfully without spending it, and Mike remembered my birthday. I felt real special. The party lasted till 1 in the morning until the neighboring homes called the police on us. I was 15. I was growing up and I was believing in life.
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A few weeks later after my birthday I stopped going to school, and boxing all together. I didn't see my friends. I didn't see anyone. My parents had locked me in the basement for getting in the way when my mother was hitting one of my younger brother brutally. I had just gotten home from the gym, and heard my little brother's cries screaming out every time my mother hit him with, the cord. The one she always saved up for me. The thing she hit me with, all the time.
I had heard him screaming for my mom to please stop hurting him, to please stop and he was sorry he got in her way. I was seeding with boiling anger, blowing up inside me as I found my mother, over my cowering brother's body hitting him, over and over. I took three quick strides reaching her quickly, and pushing her full force down and away from my brother. He cried in happiness as to be saved, and ran upstairs, when I pushed him away from me. I was too angry to console him.
I was full of fury, and screamed at my mother who had now stood from her position on the ground and faced me. I screamed at her with all the lung power I had, with all the passion of hate I could contort, and with all my strength in my movements. Warning her, telling her, and asking her, why. I asked her why she didn't just take out her anger out on me, like she always did. I asked her why she hated us, and why she wanted to bring us down with her. I told her it was her fault marrying my father, and having us, which she referred to as a mistake. Then I warned her. If she ever dared touch my brothers and sisters ever again, I would fuck her up.
She had tried to hit me with the cord, but I pushed her ruffly away from me. That's when I felt pain, and fell forward. Someone had hit me in the back of my neck, nearly knocking me unconscious, but I stayed awake long enough, to understand who had hit me. It had been my father.
He had decided to go home that day of all days.
I was thrown down the basement stairs breaking my wrist, and bruising and cutting many other places. Its a good thing I had passed out before, because I don't believe I would have been able to handle so much pain. I awoke the next day, hearing people walking over me, which I presumed was my 'lovable' parents. Picking myself up from the ground slowly, feeling the immense pain in my wrist and finding more than one little cut and bruise.
All the time I was stuck down in the basement, I heard my younger sibling scream, cry and plead for my mother to stop hitting them. I had cried, screaming through the door telling her to stop, to please stop, and that she could hit me better. I couldn't handle hearing my younger siblings scream for their older sister, to save them, to protect them, to please make the pain go away. I had hide in a corner trying to block out the screams, of my brothers and sisters, to try and think happy thoughts, to cry my sorrow.
It lasted 3 weeks. My mother wouldn't let my brothers leave the house to school, because she wanted me to suffer, in hearing their pain. She used my only weakness against me, and by doing this she almost made me go insane. I promised myself that when I got out I would get them away from here, and take them to a better place, a better family, away from the people who show their love with violent fists.
My oldest of siblings who was 12 let me out, when my mother finally left the house. She told me that our youngest sister was real sick and needed medical treatment. I went to see her and was struck in the heart with a sharp pang, as I found all my brothers and sisters. My youngest sister was real sick, and my other siblings had many cuts and bruises. That when I put my promise to work... I packed our bags.
We left the house about 15 minutes later, not having much to pack. Heading out the house towards one of my close friends'. She acted more of a mother than my friend, because she cared about me a lot and knew what I was going through. Her house was a little ways far from my parent's house but that was only better because my parents wouldn't find us. If they tried looking for us, which I dout.
I carried my youngest sister in my arms keeping her close to me, afraid she will get cold. It was my fault they had all gotten beat. It was my fault, and I will never believe other wise. I needed to get my family to someone who cares, and as far away from me and my parents, which will only cause them pain. I needed them to become more in life, and not be tainted by a broken family, as I was. They will change the meaning of our last name, and become more than they have ever dreamed to be. I will make that happen no matter what.
We walked for about 4 hours, not stopping in fear of being out too late at night. We needed to get to my friends home quickly, I called her Nanna, but her real name was Mrs.Bianka Joname.
We finally arrived at her home at around 6, and it was beginning to get dark. She greeted us happily, being so lonely after her husband died, leaving her alone and childless. Once she saw in the condition we were all in, she quickly made us go in, without asking questions. She had already figure what happen when she saw our condition.
When we sat in her huge living room she fixed all my brother's and sister's injuries, leaving only my sister in my arms, and myself. My wrist by now was a beep color of purple and red. I didn't care, I didn't care if they cut the shit off, all I cared about now was the sick infant in my arms. Nanne tried to help me with my wrist first but I refuged angrily, saying my sister was of higher priority, at the time being.
After a while of trying to convince me to let her take a look at my wrist, she finally gave up and took my sister away from me. When she saw my sister, she paled. Graving her coat from a hanger, she told me she was taking us all to the hospital that instant for a check up. I refuged not wanting to waste anytime on me, it wasn't worth it. My siblings were the ones that needed it.
I apologized but I told her I needed to get back home. She forbade me from leaving back but I had to tell her, I couldn't stay. All my parents wanted was a person they could beat on, and I was used to it, so it made sense for me to go back and keep her away from my siblings. Nanna cried. She told me that I had to stay or at least go with her to the hospital, and get all my bruises, cut, and wrist get checked on. I got tired. I really needed to go, I didn't want to fight, and it was getting late for me to be out, so I agreed to go to the hospital with her, and leave the next morning.
They tried to stop me, I wouldn't.
They tried to stop me, I wouldn't.
They tried to stop me, I wouldn't.
They tried... They tried... They tried,
I wouldn't...
When I was weak.
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Author Notes:Thanx for the peeps gangster enough to have reviewed my first chapter, which were:
- sara-lumholdt2000
- Battousai Luver
- jenn323j
- FightingWarrior-Panny
Questions Asked:
Is this a real story?
This story is a 100% real, but it didn't only happen to me, it happened to my whole family. It's a story of my family, and the reason we are real close. Simpler explanation, is all the different events that I write about did happen in real life, but to different people in my family.
Author Notes 2: next chapter Pan is going to meet Trunks...Oh and something will happen to Pan , and both her parents, stay tuned..:)
Chapter 2 = Teenage Years
They wanted me, I didn't.
They wanted me, I didn't.
They wanted me, I didn't.
I didn't... I didn't... I didn't,
They wanted me...
I didn't.
When I was lost.
I managed to get over, what my father did to me. But it ruined me. I... I changed. I wasn't the innocent little Panny, everyone once knew. No. I was Pan. The Pan who wanted nothing more, than to cause people pain. Mainly the people who caused me pain, and that made me hate.
I picked up Kick Boxing, when I turned 11. Wanting to relieve all my anger and rage on someone, anyone. I participated in around 37 fights that whole year, on the street where I met my first best friend, Mike.
He was watching one fight in particular, in where a conceited bitch from my neighborhood tripped me and spit down on me. I would have left the tripping action go, I could have just convinced myself it was an accident. But... She made her own reservations on a hospital bed, when she spit down at me. That piece of saliva that rolled down my temples to my cheek was her sentence, her guarantee that she would go through intense pain. Poor bitch, Mike was the one who stopped me from killing her ass. I had been punching her so savagely, she had fainted before Mike managed to get me off of her.
He had heard the police coming I guess, so he had pulled me over his shoulder, as I was struggling in his hold, and ran like a mother fucker. Away from the still bitch, on the middle of the street floor. He had managed to barely pull me off of her. I still make fun of him for it. I at the time was too angry, to know what was happening, but the basics. A guy I didn't even know, had pulled me up, and away from the bitch, carrying me off to gods knows where, seeing many other neighborhood kids where also running along side us turning in different directions, away from something, making a lot of noise.
You know I panicked. Struggling in his grasp harder than ever, until he pulled me in an abandoned building, putting me down covering my mouth.
"Shut up, you don't want to be sent to a fucking teen jail," he hissed urgently, keeping my mouth covered, peering out the window. I was confused until I remembered the fight.
I pulled his hand away from my mouth angrily, moving away from him. I looked out the window seeing many copers in the area, wiping out every chance I had in getting out the building. I sent a direct glare at Mike and sitting down on the opposite wall from him, not fully trusting him at all.
He looked around 13 or 14 years old, and for girls that where all into guys, like on TV, and couldn't live without them, he was really attractive. Not that I liked girls, but I had a no guy thing since what my father tried to do to me. Which was about to change.
When he made sure the coppers were gone he sat down next to me. I moved away from him suspicious. He glanced at me for a second making sure I wouldn't attack, I laughed at that.
"So, what's a teen jail?" I asked remembering what he had told me earlier. "Cause I never heard of it," I added watching him shrug.
"It's like a Juvenile Detention Center, for trouble makers under age," he said digging in his pockets for something. "That shit is worse than here, you fight in their the'll put you in Iso terms for Isolation, or something. No light, No sound, nothing, except when they bring in the food, which sucks," he finished finding a chocolate bar in his pockets. "Want some," he offered me the bar.
I hadn't eaten for about 17 hours and I was real hungry, so I accepted his offering gratefully. We had eaten the chocolate in silence. "Why did you help me?" I asked suddenly, out of no where. He seemed to be surprise because next thing I know I'm hitting his back, trying to help him breath as he seemed to be choking, on the chocolate bar.
"What?" he asked looking at me surprise, "well...umm I dunno, I guess because you didn't seem to hear the police coming, and your a good fighter, my older bro took me to see you fight in that competition two weeks ago before he got sent to the teen jail." He had said very rapidly turning pink in the face, I raised an eye brow and shrugged it off thinking he was real weird.
I had won the competition he had been referring to. The people fighting me at the competition were beyond weak. I found Mike was a boxer at a near by gym and was in a gang, his brother had started it, I guess. He had offered me to go in boxing, and the gang, but I didn't accept his proposition, in becoming a boxer yet. He had understood and said that the gang wasn't at all bad. That they just hung out, like a pack of friends, which they were. I accepted then to join his little gang. We became friends after that.
He went to my competitions for the next two years, and I got to meet some of his friends. They all seemed cool with me.
When I was near 14, I decided to get in boxing since Kick Boxing was beginning to get boring. I had won all the competitions I entered, and no one seemed able to challenge me. Mike made sure I didn't have to pay for classes in boxing, which I didn't even need. In my opinion.
After like a few months when I turned 14 finally, I got my own coach. I offered to pay him but he didn't accept my money, I found out later why.
My coach was always there like my friends Mike, Jack, John, and Elijah. They were always cheering me on, on my sparring sessions. My couch knew. He knew about my parents. He knew about my family. I was furious when he told me he did. I told him I didn't want his pity, that I wasn't one of those people that would take shit from no one. He had shook his head telling me he wasn't helping me because of pity that he was only doing it because he saw a lot of talent and potential in me. He had no reason to lie to me so... I believed.
At home things just went from bad to worse, with my parents. I didn't care. They would hit me for getting home late from the gym around 8. I didn't care, and they didn't know.
I would wake up every morning at 6, and get ready for school. I would leave home 15 minutes later to get together with my friends and walk to school. Did I mention I was a total tomboy, and all my friends where guys? Well yeah they were. We would sometimes stop and eat at this little fast food place in the morning and get to school 5 minutes late. We were always late.
First break all of us would sit around and make fun of different things. For example our Dean, who always had his hand up his ass trying to pull out something or whatever was up their. The first time we saw him doing that shit, we had laughed our heads off, but after a while it wasn't funny anymore just disgusting. We would only make remarks like 'he has something up his ass' or 'run away it's Rakichi', when he was an ass to us. Which was always.
Lunch was also a lot of fun like first break, but better. We would either go out and eat at a fast food place, or go in the cafeteria and terrorize the poor lunch lady, and infuriate even more the angry janitor. We were a wild group of teens.
After school Jack and John would go to after school activities, and meet us at the gym later. Mike, Elijah and I would go finish up our homework real quick at the library. Then go and hang around somewhere, trying to stay out of trouble.
We would head out to the gym to train at around 5 to get a good three hours of training, before we went home. This schedule was the only reason I never thought about drugs, and alcohol. I was too busy. I never liked smoking and never even thought about suicide. I wasn't that weak, as to kill myself.
I was in Mike's small gang, it was only the group, and some other boxers from the gym. We would meet up in the gym and go out on Saturdays and Sundays, if they wanted to. Most did.
One day on June 13 to be exact, I was made by all my guy friends to go to the gym right after school that day. At the gym they surprised me with a huge birthday party. I had forgotten that day was my birthday, no one ever celebrated my birthday, and here were my friends celebrating mine. That day I loved my life. That day I didn't feel the world against me. That day I was alive.
They had decorated the whole gym and had got a good DJ. I received many presents and a huge cake. At first I didn't thinks it was all for me. Heck! I began singing 'Happy Birthday' when I heard someone begin singing it. I was for once really truly happy, and it was all thanks to my friends, my gang and my family.
Most people would say a gang is bad. Well that may be true but the gang I was in wasn't violent, we just looked after each other, and get into fights only for protection.
I had asked them how they could afford all the decorations, cake, and DJ. They had responded that they had been saving up for two months, knowing it was my 15th birthday, because Mike remembered when I one's told him. I was shocked. They managed to save up the money successfully without spending it, and Mike remembered my birthday. I felt real special. The party lasted till 1 in the morning until the neighboring homes called the police on us. I was 15. I was growing up and I was believing in life.
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A few weeks later after my birthday I stopped going to school, and boxing all together. I didn't see my friends. I didn't see anyone. My parents had locked me in the basement for getting in the way when my mother was hitting one of my younger brother brutally. I had just gotten home from the gym, and heard my little brother's cries screaming out every time my mother hit him with, the cord. The one she always saved up for me. The thing she hit me with, all the time.
I had heard him screaming for my mom to please stop hurting him, to please stop and he was sorry he got in her way. I was seeding with boiling anger, blowing up inside me as I found my mother, over my cowering brother's body hitting him, over and over. I took three quick strides reaching her quickly, and pushing her full force down and away from my brother. He cried in happiness as to be saved, and ran upstairs, when I pushed him away from me. I was too angry to console him.
I was full of fury, and screamed at my mother who had now stood from her position on the ground and faced me. I screamed at her with all the lung power I had, with all the passion of hate I could contort, and with all my strength in my movements. Warning her, telling her, and asking her, why. I asked her why she didn't just take out her anger out on me, like she always did. I asked her why she hated us, and why she wanted to bring us down with her. I told her it was her fault marrying my father, and having us, which she referred to as a mistake. Then I warned her. If she ever dared touch my brothers and sisters ever again, I would fuck her up.
She had tried to hit me with the cord, but I pushed her ruffly away from me. That's when I felt pain, and fell forward. Someone had hit me in the back of my neck, nearly knocking me unconscious, but I stayed awake long enough, to understand who had hit me. It had been my father.
He had decided to go home that day of all days.
I was thrown down the basement stairs breaking my wrist, and bruising and cutting many other places. Its a good thing I had passed out before, because I don't believe I would have been able to handle so much pain. I awoke the next day, hearing people walking over me, which I presumed was my 'lovable' parents. Picking myself up from the ground slowly, feeling the immense pain in my wrist and finding more than one little cut and bruise.
All the time I was stuck down in the basement, I heard my younger sibling scream, cry and plead for my mother to stop hitting them. I had cried, screaming through the door telling her to stop, to please stop, and that she could hit me better. I couldn't handle hearing my younger siblings scream for their older sister, to save them, to protect them, to please make the pain go away. I had hide in a corner trying to block out the screams, of my brothers and sisters, to try and think happy thoughts, to cry my sorrow.
It lasted 3 weeks. My mother wouldn't let my brothers leave the house to school, because she wanted me to suffer, in hearing their pain. She used my only weakness against me, and by doing this she almost made me go insane. I promised myself that when I got out I would get them away from here, and take them to a better place, a better family, away from the people who show their love with violent fists.
My oldest of siblings who was 12 let me out, when my mother finally left the house. She told me that our youngest sister was real sick and needed medical treatment. I went to see her and was struck in the heart with a sharp pang, as I found all my brothers and sisters. My youngest sister was real sick, and my other siblings had many cuts and bruises. That when I put my promise to work... I packed our bags.
We left the house about 15 minutes later, not having much to pack. Heading out the house towards one of my close friends'. She acted more of a mother than my friend, because she cared about me a lot and knew what I was going through. Her house was a little ways far from my parent's house but that was only better because my parents wouldn't find us. If they tried looking for us, which I dout.
I carried my youngest sister in my arms keeping her close to me, afraid she will get cold. It was my fault they had all gotten beat. It was my fault, and I will never believe other wise. I needed to get my family to someone who cares, and as far away from me and my parents, which will only cause them pain. I needed them to become more in life, and not be tainted by a broken family, as I was. They will change the meaning of our last name, and become more than they have ever dreamed to be. I will make that happen no matter what.
We walked for about 4 hours, not stopping in fear of being out too late at night. We needed to get to my friends home quickly, I called her Nanna, but her real name was Mrs.Bianka Joname.
We finally arrived at her home at around 6, and it was beginning to get dark. She greeted us happily, being so lonely after her husband died, leaving her alone and childless. Once she saw in the condition we were all in, she quickly made us go in, without asking questions. She had already figure what happen when she saw our condition.
When we sat in her huge living room she fixed all my brother's and sister's injuries, leaving only my sister in my arms, and myself. My wrist by now was a beep color of purple and red. I didn't care, I didn't care if they cut the shit off, all I cared about now was the sick infant in my arms. Nanne tried to help me with my wrist first but I refuged angrily, saying my sister was of higher priority, at the time being.
After a while of trying to convince me to let her take a look at my wrist, she finally gave up and took my sister away from me. When she saw my sister, she paled. Graving her coat from a hanger, she told me she was taking us all to the hospital that instant for a check up. I refuged not wanting to waste anytime on me, it wasn't worth it. My siblings were the ones that needed it.
I apologized but I told her I needed to get back home. She forbade me from leaving back but I had to tell her, I couldn't stay. All my parents wanted was a person they could beat on, and I was used to it, so it made sense for me to go back and keep her away from my siblings. Nanna cried. She told me that I had to stay or at least go with her to the hospital, and get all my bruises, cut, and wrist get checked on. I got tired. I really needed to go, I didn't want to fight, and it was getting late for me to be out, so I agreed to go to the hospital with her, and leave the next morning.
They tried to stop me, I wouldn't.
They tried to stop me, I wouldn't.
They tried to stop me, I wouldn't.
They tried... They tried... They tried,
I wouldn't...
When I was weak.
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Author Notes:Thanx for the peeps gangster enough to have reviewed my first chapter, which were:
- sara-lumholdt2000
- Battousai Luver
- jenn323j
- FightingWarrior-Panny
Questions Asked:
Is this a real story?
This story is a 100% real, but it didn't only happen to me, it happened to my whole family. It's a story of my family, and the reason we are real close. Simpler explanation, is all the different events that I write about did happen in real life, but to different people in my family.
Author Notes 2: next chapter Pan is going to meet Trunks...Oh and something will happen to Pan , and both her parents, stay tuned..:)