Decisions Made.

12 Years old. Thoughts of ending my life. The fighting at home. The ugly spirit in that house. The gossip, backbiting, lying. One can't take much more. There were nights I would lay awake in bed and listen to something walking across the floor upstairs. You could hear and track the footsteps. The "L" Family lived upstairs, but on many occasions, they were out of town....and I could still hear "something" walking around upstairs. On one occasion I went upstairs to see who was up there, because we weren't allowed upstairs when they were gone. I heard someone in the kitchen at the sink. I flipped on the light and no one was there. It still sends chills up and down my body to this day.

We lived in a bad part of town. One I would not feel comfortable walking at night now... But back then, I felt more safe walking the streets at night then I did in my own bed! I would frequently crawl out my bedroom window and stay out till 4 or 5 in the morning before coming home. My mother had no idea.

I met a young boy who lived behind our house. We will call him "D". We would go over to a neighbors house and play in their backyard. He talked with me, wanted to know me. My likes and dislikes. Eventually, we started to grow closer. He wanted to know if I wanted to go steady with him. It was wonderful to feel someone care about me, in any way! We were together for about 2 months before I shared with him my deepest secret. I don't know what happened to him after that, but he started asking me questions about my experiences. Eventually, I gave in to some of his requests.

Instead of walking the streets at night, I would go over to his home and stay with him in his room. I would crawl through his basement window. I felt so safe. 4:00 would roll around and I would crawl out, jump the fence and back into my bedroom window. This went on for months. I had been taught about the Holy Ghost and Angels watching over us and I knew, what I was doing, my angels would not follow me. I didn't care. I knew my Angels didn't care either. If a parent didn't care about what their child was suffering through, why would my angels care? I had finally started to feel safe for the first time in my life. I was 13 years old about to turn 14. Then, things started to change.

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Update 11-6-12
The Evil we all fought through under that roof. It was pure evil. My Angels did keep me safe through all of this. Something worse could have happened. Praise my God for the protection he granted me through all of this. I was undeserving.