Going to England baby!
Yes I am! Ha ha! I can hardly wait...
Of course it is going to take a little tim, I mean I still have to get the money, but that won't take log at all. I intend to live there, thats right folks, DANNY IS GOING TO LIVE IN ENGLAND! GET READY UK! HERE I COME!!!!
-cough-
Right......
Sorry I haven't posted in ages. Here is something that I wrote.
I cower in a corner of the house as the china rattles because of the Navy Plane roaring over head, I hide. I hear them coming, laughing, they sound drunk again. I try so hard to melt into the wall and become invisible. I think that if I just close my eyes they won't see me. They come in staggering and making vulgar jokes. At fist I think that perhaps they will forget about me today and just go to bed, but how wrong I am as one catches sight of me. Soon they are there all three of them, kissing, bitting me, beating the last ounce of resistance out of me. I think that if I just lay very still and become felxible to their will they will be finished sooner. Sometimes that works and sometimes they get the idea that I am enjoying this and continue on for hours. I am on my back, one of them is licking my entire body while the other sticks his penis in my mouth and forces it down my throat, I am trying not to choke and bite down while tryin to drown the screams that try to snake out while the third thrusts again and again into my back end. Amazing the things people can do without leaving any marks but the ones on a child's fragile soul. It is hard to imagine me just lying there and not refusing, or always keeping quite because the first time I told my uncle what was happening he told me that it was my fault and that I had no right to complain, God was judging me. But I had faith, God didn't hate me, he wouldn't make these evil men do this to me, my mum could punish me if I did something wrong, and she did, that was God, not these vile men, not these evil tormentors. No, in my child like faith I believed that these were Satan. But still I would not tell, I saw the way mum went to bed for weeks after the first time I told, she couldn't handle it, so I kept it inside, besides, they had stopped trying to keep from bruising me after their friend got in trouble because of me. I was a bad little boy to tell like that and now I was in trouble. To this day I wish I had told more people, my uncle still thinks that it is my fault. I wisht that I could tell mummy how I feel, but I can't, she has become his slave, and she hears me not. This is why I am determined to be gone, to get away from here. And I shall, I shall succeed.
Sorry if it is a bit graphic.... I just wrote it... and me in my stupidity thought I should post it...
PEAS out
~Danny
Of course it is going to take a little tim, I mean I still have to get the money, but that won't take log at all. I intend to live there, thats right folks, DANNY IS GOING TO LIVE IN ENGLAND! GET READY UK! HERE I COME!!!!
-cough-
Right......
Sorry I haven't posted in ages. Here is something that I wrote.
I cower in a corner of the house as the china rattles because of the Navy Plane roaring over head, I hide. I hear them coming, laughing, they sound drunk again. I try so hard to melt into the wall and become invisible. I think that if I just close my eyes they won't see me. They come in staggering and making vulgar jokes. At fist I think that perhaps they will forget about me today and just go to bed, but how wrong I am as one catches sight of me. Soon they are there all three of them, kissing, bitting me, beating the last ounce of resistance out of me. I think that if I just lay very still and become felxible to their will they will be finished sooner. Sometimes that works and sometimes they get the idea that I am enjoying this and continue on for hours. I am on my back, one of them is licking my entire body while the other sticks his penis in my mouth and forces it down my throat, I am trying not to choke and bite down while tryin to drown the screams that try to snake out while the third thrusts again and again into my back end. Amazing the things people can do without leaving any marks but the ones on a child's fragile soul. It is hard to imagine me just lying there and not refusing, or always keeping quite because the first time I told my uncle what was happening he told me that it was my fault and that I had no right to complain, God was judging me. But I had faith, God didn't hate me, he wouldn't make these evil men do this to me, my mum could punish me if I did something wrong, and she did, that was God, not these vile men, not these evil tormentors. No, in my child like faith I believed that these were Satan. But still I would not tell, I saw the way mum went to bed for weeks after the first time I told, she couldn't handle it, so I kept it inside, besides, they had stopped trying to keep from bruising me after their friend got in trouble because of me. I was a bad little boy to tell like that and now I was in trouble. To this day I wish I had told more people, my uncle still thinks that it is my fault. I wisht that I could tell mummy how I feel, but I can't, she has become his slave, and she hears me not. This is why I am determined to be gone, to get away from here. And I shall, I shall succeed.
Sorry if it is a bit graphic.... I just wrote it... and me in my stupidity thought I should post it...
PEAS out
~Danny
1 Comments:
Well you know who I am honestly I talked to you on MSN the other day; Dali.
Your writing is ver graphic but also very sad, but as I've said before its good you have a curative outlet for all your pain.
England? I thought you were going to teach in Japan? but England is just as nice! And also crying out for teachers!
Dali
P.S.might ask you to make me a nice background when I make one of these!
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