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A story of me
By David *Nightstalker1369*
Well I have been told that many people do not know much about me be it the person I love friends and well all other random people. Therefore, I thought I would sit down for a bit and write my story so to speak, of well how I became me.
Chapter one birth and divorce
I was born on January 11 1985. My mother gave birth to me in Michigan some say I was born on the farm where I now live some say the hospital but I’m not quiet sure myself, honestly I don’t think it matters. My birth father who I have never met in my life saw me twice cordoning to my mother and then ran off saying he did not want to be a parent. This is not important until later but I will save that for then. My mother then met the man I call father at her work and they feel in love. Not long after we moved to Virginia and shortly after to California where my brother and sister were born. During this time I lived threw a large earthquake that hit the San Francisco area. This would be one of the many major storms my family would go threw in my life. After my sister was born my father now a retired staff sergeant moved to Alaska, this was by far the biggest move that I had experienced. During our travels to Alaska we came to find out that a volcano had actually erupted and whipped out part of the highway after we had gone past it being around five or six I hade not realized the severity of it until I was much older. In Alaska I found out that not only was I allergic to mosquitoes but that my sinuses were very sensitive to changes in temperatures and elevation causing me to have serve to mild nasal bleeding (nose bleeds). During this time a friend that we had known in California was also transferred to Alaska as well, I was thrilled because she was a close friend and possibly the first girl I ever cared for. After my fathers service to the base in Alaska we moved to Georgia, which was very different from cold as doornail to hot as Hades. I was about 12 or 14 at this time after words we moved yet again to Alabama this time where my parents finally divorced after all this time. To say that I was disillusioned as to the problems of my family is an understatement perhaps I was still far too young to understand but I guess that is why it has called the past.
Chapter 2: the stepfather years and the loss of hope.
Shortly after my parents finalized their divorce, Try the exact same day my mother remarried my stepfather. We found out afterwards when they took us to dinner that they were now married and he would be living with us. However, the way we were told is the most interesting of anything I guess.
Mom: how would you like it if **** became your new dad? (Censored because you do not need to know from now on he will be referred to as Hitler you will understand why)
Kids: uhhhhh…
Mom: well we got married he is your new dad now
(Yeah-great idea to tell us like this I still remark on it to my mother)
After this, things got very bad not only did Hitler decide he knew what was best he decided that we were all evil and had to become Jehovah witnesses like him. So every day we where forced to study his belief because he said so. I perhaps was the most affected by this not because I became a follower of his beliefs but more as I realized the hypocrisy of the faiths as a whole. Though this was not really the point to be I became angry with him for his ways it started after we had moved in with his brother and wife in Virginia. His family, which was dictated by Hitler’s father, was so very similar to each other that made me cringe to think that this was now my family as well. The father was very controlling and from the moment, he met us he hated us because we were not part of his faith and we did not conform to his way of towing the line as they say. If you know about Jehovah witnesses let me tell you a little if you are unaware
Jehovah witnesses believe that all holidays that are not the birth and resurrection of crist are sins so you cannot participate celebrate or be included in any of them. This would include your birthday, Christmas, Halloween. However they can celebrate there anniversary of being married. How that works out is beyond me. For kids that have always been in those traditions this was well a giant tear into our hearts no longer could we do anything that we use to do with our mother only at our fathers could we celebrate the holidays.
Back to Virginia and the hell mouth as I call it. It was here I believe is when I finally became hatful of my stepfather and his controlling ways his constant rules of how he was always right and his arrogance to say he knew what is best for everyone pushed me over the limit. His family which we lived with were also like this his sister in law was even worse as she told me to lie about a book report about my life I refused and said I would wait for my mother to help me and proceed to go down stairs. she chased me and grabbed my throat telling me that I better listen to her because all she had to do is say get out and me and my family would be on the street. After this and we had moved from their home, my stepfather turned even worse by including an new tool to hurt us. He had gotten a large wooden cutting board and then engraved the words the law on it and used it every chance he got because it was “his” house and we only lived there because he allowed it. My mother was pretty much a slave to this logic and defended him so we had no hope especially me I was the target most of the time because from the beginning of my mother courtship to this a** I disliked him and had no problem telling him that. Therefore, his way of dealing with me was to turn everyone against me and make me the literal joke of everything. When that was not enough, he used his paddle to make sure he had the power, which is until it broke across my back. After the hit shattered his beloved board and after I had sucked up the pain I turned to him with so much hate in my eyes and replied I broke the law and now you have nothing after words he beat me with what was left of little toy and sent me to my room. During all this the well secret of my birth came to light when classmates on my bus mention that my siblings and me looked nothing alike, they kept going on until finally we reached our stop in tears I asked my mother why I was different. She then told me about my true birth father and how he ran because he did not want me. This only deepened my sorrow and I began to act out I guess not because I felt different but because I was so tiered of being in trouble for nothing I wanted someone to notice my pain I guess. After this we moved back to Michigan were my step fathers reign worsened as I was getting older and to that point were hormones take over. Not knowing about sex and what not I made many mistakes and get into serious trouble but not knowing was my problem because no one would tell me until after I messed up. The abuse became verbal now because had my stepfather touched us my grandfather would have done something to him for hurting us. The verbal abuse got s bad on me that he had convinced my mother I was gay and I was pretty much evil incarnate. My attitude at school worsened as well I became so angry at everything I hated that I was there and everyone was mocking me that I finally had enough and told my mother that I was unhappy and I couldn’t stay here anymore with him around. Shortly after I made plans to leave my hero died. My grandfather passed away while we slept we saw the ambulance but did not know what was happening we were not told until after he had passed on. What little bit of my soul died that day as I lost my best friend. My grandfathers last words were to my mother telling her to take care of us and make sure were safe.
(Call me weak call me pathetic but just typing this hurts a great deal to the point I am crying right now words really cannot express the sorrow of that day).
Chapter 3: father and the awaking of Nightstalker
I left my mother and then began living with my father in Alabama. He had remarried as well and she had a daughter from a previous marriage so it was not very different from home life with my mother except now abuse. After about a few months my father was transferened yet again to Virginia. There I was able to make a clean start and meet the friends I now call family. I was finally able to find myself and people that liked me, to say the least I was beginning to find happiness. I meet my first real girlfriend here and my first mate as you can say though this was more out of boredom than love. Then I meet the evil harltet that killed my heart. Well we started talking on the phone with a friend and the new met one-day as a date and well we hit it off. We got somewhat friendly but I wanted a real relationship not just sex. So for some stupid reason I went to our mutual friends birthday and she was distant I did not understand why. When she started hitting on other friends, I became angry and suspicious. Moreover, the next day she told me that we were threw. I was angry that she decided that of all days to pulls this she choose to pick that day. After I got home from this, I cried because I loved a great deal and even skipped school. My friends thought I might have done something stupid but I was still emotionally blocking until I walked home and wanted to end it I nearly let a truck hit me. Well guess I did not because I am waiting this. But things would become worse for my heart when me and a bunch of my friends went camping about 6 months later, and low and behold I come to find out that my now ex was trying to get with my best friend at the time. I talked to both of the mad told each how I felt about her. Well needless to say they did not care and ended up having sex in my tent with my condoms which how they got I forget. But this drove me to blind rage and I lashed out at all my friends there I was so angry I wanted to do such awful things I was snapped back until a friend slapped me in the face. After this lot of them refused to talk to me, which I understood. After awhile we made up except for my ex and me and ex best friend until I met up with them at a convention. However, I was still bitter I gave up on it and told them both that I was not angry with them. However, that soon changed again when the next day when we caught up with them she clung to him as if I was after her and they both started talking about how great there sex was that night. Therefore, I pretty much just never hung around them after that which is good I guess. After this and graduation I worked a lot and my bosses said they did not need me and I moved to Michigan and I have been here ever sense.
 Nightstalker Arcanum · Mon May 26, 2008 @ 01:10pm · 0 Comments |
