Who Am I?

This went unnoticed for several years. I was a very nice, hard-working, and smart girl. I was always willing to help someone outside of my will, even if they didn’t ask for help. But what people didn’t know was that I was abused by my parents. I was physically abused by my mother and sexually abused by my step-father.

When the family went out together, we pretended that we were a happy family. But when we got back home, we took off the masks and it went back to the regular abuse.

At school, when people asked me why I had so many bruises, I made up an excuse saying, “Oh, you know, I’m so clumsy.” But my friends would say, “ When you’re around us, you’re not clumsy.” “Well, at my house, there’s a lot of things to trip over.” “Well, maybe if you clean up, it could be better.” My friends knew I was lying though, so they were still suspicious. So, I even believed this myself. I started to clean up. “Staci, did you take our suggestions? We were asking because your bruises got even worse.” “Yeah, I took your advice guys. But the bruises just didn’t get any better.” “Yeah, they got a whole lot worse.” “ Well, over time they will most likely heal.” “Yeah, sure. Staci, you aren’t fooling anybody. We know something is wrong. We also know that you aren’t clumsy at all. So dish because we are going to keep on asking until you tell us. Something is happening and it doesn’t have to do with there being a lot of stuff to trip over in the house, either. Staci, we are trying to have your best interest at heart. We don’t want this to keep happening to you. What is up?” “Look, I want to tell you guys but it is very hard to explain.” “We are listening. We have a whole hour and a half to listen.” “Okay, look I can’t tell you and I can’t tell you why I can’t tell you. So, just stay out of my business!” “What’s up with her? She never acts like that. She always tells us everything! Something’s happening to Staci that could kill her and we are going to find out!”

When I got my last class, there was a voice message on my cell phone. I wondered who it was from but I couldn’t imagine. Then, I dialed the voice machine and the message was from my friends. “Stace, we have your best interest at heart. You need to tell us what’s happening with you.” I turned it off because I knew they were telling the truth. I couldn‘t believe someone actually cared for me. The next message was from my mom. “Stacy, I lost my job. Now, I’m really going to whip you like you stole something.” The truth was, my mom wanted to be home when I got there so I could get a welcome home beating. I was so afraid that I stayed at school as long as I could. But when I had to leave, I walked really slow. I didn’t want to get a bad beating but I knew if I came home any later, my beating would have been worse if I had gotten home on time. So I hurried home.

All the lights were off in my building, so I knew something was up. I turned the lock slowly and the lights turned on in the house. My step-father jumped from behind the couch and was trying to take my clothes off. I tried to resist but I knew it was worthless, so I let him take off the rest of my clothes. I was still scared, though. My stepfather stuck it in me slowly but then very hard. It hurt so much that I screamed even though he told me by no means to ever scream. He smacked me so hard that I almost cried. I was deeply violated and I could never get over that.

Then, one day, I called my aunt Patrice because I was getting tired of the abuse. “Hey aunt Patrice, um I have to tell you something.” “Hey Stace! What’s up?” “My-my-my” “Stace, what’s wrong?” My aunt said this with fear in her voice. “My parents are abusing me. I was scared to tell anyone because I know my parents would find out and the abuse would be worse.” “Stace, you should have been told me this. I care about you Stace and I want the best for you. I’m coming over right away!” “Aunt Patrice, I know I should have told someone but I was way too afraid! But uh,see you when you get here.” “Okay, you’re going to live with me from now on ,okay?” “Um, okay. Love you aunt Patrice.” “Okay, Stace!” “ Who was that, Ms. Stacy?” “It was aunt Patrice.” “What were you guys talking about?” “Oh, she just asked me about school.” “Oh, so that’s why you told her that George and I were abusing you? How dare you tell Patrice about what happens in our house!” “Mom, I-”

Someone is knocking on the door, I thought it was my aunt Patrice. “Who is that at the door? Stacy get that please, but look through the hole first.” I go open the door without looking through the hole to be smart. It’s my aunt Patrice. “Stacy, I thought I told you to look through the hole! It could have been a gang member trying to kill us! Stace,I care about your safety.” “But it wasn’t. It was aunt Patrice! And besides,no you don't care about my safety.” “Nik, what do you care! You are abusing her! What difference does it make? It’s better to get abused by somebody you don’t know than by someone you do know!” “Hey Aunt Patrice! I love your new hairstyle!” “Hey Niece! Thanks, I try to look nice.” “Hey Sis! You are looking great!” “Don’t talk with that sweet talk to me because you are abusing my favorite niece! You know that you are wrong!” Stacy’s mother wouldn’t let Stacy go. Stacy started getting crazy. This is what happened to her:

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She killed everyone that did something wrong to her. She was even the suspect in her own mother's death. One day her mother got home from work. Stacy asked to stay up late. Her mother said no, that Stacy needed her rest. That night, Stacy got a knife from out of the kitchen drawer. She slowly walked up the stairs. She stood over top of her mother with the knife in her hand. Her mother woke up and saw Stacy. Her mother started to scream and Stacy put her hand over her mother's mouth. Stacy stabbed her as fast as she could. Her mother died painfully, but quickly. The next day, a search went on for the suspect. They never found out it was Stacy. Stacy is the craziest of all suspects. She even killed her cat, Lucy. Just because. One day, Stacy went to school.

She got a straight A on her project, not an A+ or an A-, a solid A. Stacy went up to her teacher and got very angry, when no one else was in the classroom. The teacher started to get very scared. Stacy walked up to her with a knife. Stacy stabbed her. But the teacher didn't die, but pretended to, to get away from Stacy. Stacy left from out of the classroom. The teacher got up, took the tape out of the security camera, and went to show it to the principal. The principal was appalled. Stacy was expelled, taken to court, and charged as an adult since she was 17.Stacy is very crazy as we have told you already. Don't approach her when anybody else isn't around. She will kill you.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! HERE SHE IS NOW! STACY,PLEASE DONT' KILL ME! SPARE ME! I HAVE TWO KIDS THAT I NEED TO TAKE CARE OF! Well, maybe you should have thought of that before you tried to put me on your little news show or whatever. So now, you are going to die…………..! The police came and took Stacy away. She was charged for life.
W-What have I become? I've become a monster! I just don't know what to do with myself anymore!