Mothers Mercy

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I came to Mothers Mansion 3 years ago. My dad had killed my mom cause he mixed drugs and alcohol, and when he hadn’t sleepy for 3 days he started hallucinating. He attacked her with a rusty old scissor, and almost cut of her entire head.

I was at school when it happened, and during 3rd period the principal stood in the door. Social Services had arrived and told me what had happened. A neighbor had called the police, and my dad had been arrested while still having the scissor in his hands.

A got sent into foster care. No family was capable of the responsibility of a teenager. Most of them were also drug addicts or criminals - those who weren’t were so old and sick that they probably wouldn’t last long anyway.

I remember that in the car on my way to my “new life” was quite excited. Who says yes to a 13 year old girl if they don’t want her? Oh I was naive! I was a paycheck for them!

The first week or so they were the loving, kind and warm family I never had, but when the social service lady had been there on her check up visit everything changed. They locked my door from the outside, I wasn’t allowed to go into the kitchen and make food for myself.

“We don’t know what kind of drug-diseases you carry” they would say and then served me their cold leftovers on cardboard plates I could throw out afterward. They also gave me a bucket to use as a toilet, end when I had my period the woman who was supposed to be my “new mom” told me I was filthy and disgusting when I asked for pads or tampons.

It was an even worse nightmare than having my real dads drug abuse in my life on a daily basis. Especially since they had given me the tiny bit of affection and love I hinged for at that time.