...I used to live with an abusive family... My bro always had to fight me. I always fought back. I won some fights with him... I remember a time, he punched my nose, and I was bleeding because of a stupid thing I did. I have scars that represent my pain and sadness. We fought for stupid reasons. I thought I was gonna die.... I was going to do suicide... But then I thought and thought that if I left that everyone would miss me or maybe wouldn't even care... Violence was kinda my answer... But really it wasn't. I always fought in the streets against guys and girls. I've been hit so many times... I don't feel anything. I rremember this one fight that I got my wind knocked out that I couldn't even get up. I thought I wasn't gonna make it but, my bro went to save me... The way I am is because of my brother. He taught me he's ways to become a fighter. I had good and bad times in my life. But when I met TM017, everything changed... He made me tell my brother to stop fighting me all the time and my brother cried and he said he was sorry for everything he has ever done to me... He has been doing this to me because he never liked me much. But when I was a baby he really loved me a lot. I don't know what changed inside of him. We promised that we would never fight again. We love each other. Today nothing has gone between us. He has been protectin me lately from my guy friends... Cx Anyways I'm glad I'm still here standing. And I change my mind about going to the army... My brother says I'm a strong very strong girl, actually young lady... I'm still going through a hard time. Like life. Life's a GAME...
~Liz.



