A memory... (trigger)
Sick Puppy
Registrant
I remember this time when I was six or so. My mom used to lock me in a closet a lot, to get me out of the way. She would leave me this big dog dish full of water so I wouldn't dehydrate. Usually I would be in there for somewhere from two to six hours, but one time she forgot about me and I was in there for three days.
I had enough water, because I knew how to conserve it, and it wasn't a very hot day, but after a while I had to go to the bathroom and I knew my mother would beat me if I made a mess, so I tried to hold it... I couldn't, and I wet myself, and then I cried because I knew I would be in trouble... but I was just a little kid, and I couldn't hold it for very long, so I started to use the corner of the closet as a toilet. The closet was small and it smelled very bad after a while because I'd had to shit too. It was dark and I was alone and scared.
I couldn't sleep because I was afraid that there were ghosts in the closet. My mom used to tell me there were ghosts in the apartment and if I fell asleep when I wasn't supposed to they would fuck me and it would hurt worse than I'd ever been fucked before. I didn't like being fucked so I stayed awake.
Finally my dad came home and couldn't find me, so he opened up the closet, and I was there and he saw the mess I made and how bad I looked and he was sad. He said he would help me clean up the mess before my mother saw it, but she saw it, and she took me into the bathroom and bashed my head against the toilet and screamed at me that this is where I shit, this is where I shit, and I made a mess of her closet, and she would make me wish I had never been born. I already wished that all the time...
She beat me with a cutting board until my back was bleeding and then she took me back to the closet. My father was yelling at her but he was scared of her too. We all were. She made me sit in the mess I had made and kicked me until I cried, and then my father tried to pull her away but she bit his arm and kneed him in the balls. I couldn't stop crying even though I knew I wasn't supposed to. I was scared and in pain and I knew my daddy was in pain too and I loved him and didn't want him to hurt.
My mom plugged in her curling iron and once it got hot she went at me with it, and I tried to duck away but I was in the corner so I couldn't, and she burned a big patch across my face and I kept crying so she pinched my arms with it and burned me some more. I kept saying I was sorry I was so sorry I would never make a mess again, I was sorry, but she didn't listen, she made me turn over and burned my back too...
Then she went back to her room and stayed there, but she said if I got up from my shit before she came back out she would beat me again, so I sat in it, and I cried, and my dad came over and picked me up and took me to the bathroom and cleaned me up and we stayed in there, we locked ourselves in there, until the morning when my mom would forget that she meant to punish us...
I had enough water, because I knew how to conserve it, and it wasn't a very hot day, but after a while I had to go to the bathroom and I knew my mother would beat me if I made a mess, so I tried to hold it... I couldn't, and I wet myself, and then I cried because I knew I would be in trouble... but I was just a little kid, and I couldn't hold it for very long, so I started to use the corner of the closet as a toilet. The closet was small and it smelled very bad after a while because I'd had to shit too. It was dark and I was alone and scared.
I couldn't sleep because I was afraid that there were ghosts in the closet. My mom used to tell me there were ghosts in the apartment and if I fell asleep when I wasn't supposed to they would fuck me and it would hurt worse than I'd ever been fucked before. I didn't like being fucked so I stayed awake.
Finally my dad came home and couldn't find me, so he opened up the closet, and I was there and he saw the mess I made and how bad I looked and he was sad. He said he would help me clean up the mess before my mother saw it, but she saw it, and she took me into the bathroom and bashed my head against the toilet and screamed at me that this is where I shit, this is where I shit, and I made a mess of her closet, and she would make me wish I had never been born. I already wished that all the time...
She beat me with a cutting board until my back was bleeding and then she took me back to the closet. My father was yelling at her but he was scared of her too. We all were. She made me sit in the mess I had made and kicked me until I cried, and then my father tried to pull her away but she bit his arm and kneed him in the balls. I couldn't stop crying even though I knew I wasn't supposed to. I was scared and in pain and I knew my daddy was in pain too and I loved him and didn't want him to hurt.
My mom plugged in her curling iron and once it got hot she went at me with it, and I tried to duck away but I was in the corner so I couldn't, and she burned a big patch across my face and I kept crying so she pinched my arms with it and burned me some more. I kept saying I was sorry I was so sorry I would never make a mess again, I was sorry, but she didn't listen, she made me turn over and burned my back too...
Then she went back to her room and stayed there, but she said if I got up from my shit before she came back out she would beat me again, so I sat in it, and I cried, and my dad came over and picked me up and took me to the bathroom and cleaned me up and we stayed in there, we locked ourselves in there, until the morning when my mom would forget that she meant to punish us...
An sometimes I would wet the bed, I had a problem with that, my mother would get so angry at me...