Other Fan Fiction / Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Life?? ❯ Family ( Chapter 2 )
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By: stonedpaul 
part two to johns childhood memorys
Miscellaneous: Other Fan Fiction / Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Psychological | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 03.27.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 944 | Visits: 190 | Status: Work In Progress
part two to johns childhood memorys
Miscellaneous: Other Fan Fiction / Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Psychological | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 03.27.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 944 | Visits: 190 | Status: Work In Progress
should we go now in my life i still think the basics are the key to understand the hard ships of life so i’ve talked about my friends so why not my family. That seems like a good place to pick up from right here’s what family life was like round about the same age as before.
Lets see ill start withy mother as people usually mother father then sibling, my mum yeah she’s nice enough, one year after i was born so you got cancer so had to have her womb removed to save her life, give birth to a child lose your womb sometimes i think life likes to fuck with people. I was my mothers last child and i was born in ten minutes anyway back to about my mother, having no womb means she has no female hormones so it means she can get violent. Her name was Trisha she was such a nice lady, a kind person but a very short temper she basically raised me. I can’t really say very much about her, she tried to shield me from the harshness of the world but what i say with eyes she couldn’t of saved me from.
Next ill talk about my father, his name was mark i’m not really sure what i feel for my father anymore, he wasn’t there while i was growing up he had to work up in London, which i don’t mind you have to have a job to bring in money. When i did try to turn to him for help he was always to busy either with work, my mother or my sister it felt like he never had time for his son, it felt like i was cast aside like a rag doll. There was one time when he nearly died he was a fire fighter and was trapped inside a firing building with the oxygen running out it got so bad he had to suck the carpet his whole life flashed before his eyes. Blind luck handed him the victory as some other fire fighter rescued him. I cant really think of anything else about him beside he was arrogant and stubborn but then again i’m stubborn to.
Both of my parents blame everything on me it was always my fault, ill admit sometimes it was and i would say it was but about ninety percent of the time it wasn’t me yet i was blamed i was the lair and nothing i could ever say was gonna change their mind.
My onto my sister her name is Becky, me and my sister back then had such a strong bond because i was everything she wanted to be, she was shy and nervous and needed our parents were as i didn’t, she tried hard and what ever she did it took all her effort to get where she is now. There will always be a time i believe i failed at being a brother when it counts.
They say a brother should protect his sister no matter what the matter is, and i believe this to be true that even at an attack a brother should be willing to give his life for his sister but not everyone feels the same as i do. It was during a time when i was six and she was ten, we were by the park by our house playing with the play ground that was set-up there on a Saturday, at the time she had a boy friend who was twelve. Well i don’t remember what he looks like nor his name but i remember this much, if i knew who he was i would kill him on the spot, during on of these Saturdays her boy friend tried to rape her i still hear her screams and see the tears streaming down her face now, she cried for someone to help her. The only one who came was me but i couldn’t do anything, i was powerless to protect my own family, the boy no the scum punched me in the face and kicked while i was down on the ground crying like a kid would. It was this time that my sister managed to get away and get me to safety, she made me promise not to tell anyone because she didn’t want anyone to know. I promised i wouldn’t it would be our secret.
I’ve never felt powerless and weak before, sure i have been in many fights but i could always get back up again brush away the dirt from my clothes but this time it was different, this would leave a scar so deep it would never heal. I wish i could of been stronger for her not for me but for her, i still live near the same park and i still get angry whenever i walk past the place i think how powerless i was and even tho the guy was twice my age i should of beaten him to save my sister. Life is cruel my family never did anything to anyone not to deserve something as harsh as this
As for the rest of my family like uncles and cousins i don’t really know them well enough nor do i have any real relationship with them so yeah that’s my family life in a nut shell not much i can remember from about the age of six to eight time period.
Lets see ill start withy mother as people usually mother father then sibling, my mum yeah she’s nice enough, one year after i was born so you got cancer so had to have her womb removed to save her life, give birth to a child lose your womb sometimes i think life likes to fuck with people. I was my mothers last child and i was born in ten minutes anyway back to about my mother, having no womb means she has no female hormones so it means she can get violent. Her name was Trisha she was such a nice lady, a kind person but a very short temper she basically raised me. I can’t really say very much about her, she tried to shield me from the harshness of the world but what i say with eyes she couldn’t of saved me from.
Next ill talk about my father, his name was mark i’m not really sure what i feel for my father anymore, he wasn’t there while i was growing up he had to work up in London, which i don’t mind you have to have a job to bring in money. When i did try to turn to him for help he was always to busy either with work, my mother or my sister it felt like he never had time for his son, it felt like i was cast aside like a rag doll. There was one time when he nearly died he was a fire fighter and was trapped inside a firing building with the oxygen running out it got so bad he had to suck the carpet his whole life flashed before his eyes. Blind luck handed him the victory as some other fire fighter rescued him. I cant really think of anything else about him beside he was arrogant and stubborn but then again i’m stubborn to.
Both of my parents blame everything on me it was always my fault, ill admit sometimes it was and i would say it was but about ninety percent of the time it wasn’t me yet i was blamed i was the lair and nothing i could ever say was gonna change their mind.
My onto my sister her name is Becky, me and my sister back then had such a strong bond because i was everything she wanted to be, she was shy and nervous and needed our parents were as i didn’t, she tried hard and what ever she did it took all her effort to get where she is now. There will always be a time i believe i failed at being a brother when it counts.
They say a brother should protect his sister no matter what the matter is, and i believe this to be true that even at an attack a brother should be willing to give his life for his sister but not everyone feels the same as i do. It was during a time when i was six and she was ten, we were by the park by our house playing with the play ground that was set-up there on a Saturday, at the time she had a boy friend who was twelve. Well i don’t remember what he looks like nor his name but i remember this much, if i knew who he was i would kill him on the spot, during on of these Saturdays her boy friend tried to rape her i still hear her screams and see the tears streaming down her face now, she cried for someone to help her. The only one who came was me but i couldn’t do anything, i was powerless to protect my own family, the boy no the scum punched me in the face and kicked while i was down on the ground crying like a kid would. It was this time that my sister managed to get away and get me to safety, she made me promise not to tell anyone because she didn’t want anyone to know. I promised i wouldn’t it would be our secret.
I’ve never felt powerless and weak before, sure i have been in many fights but i could always get back up again brush away the dirt from my clothes but this time it was different, this would leave a scar so deep it would never heal. I wish i could of been stronger for her not for me but for her, i still live near the same park and i still get angry whenever i walk past the place i think how powerless i was and even tho the guy was twice my age i should of beaten him to save my sister. Life is cruel my family never did anything to anyone not to deserve something as harsh as this
As for the rest of my family like uncles and cousins i don’t really know them well enough nor do i have any real relationship with them so yeah that’s my family life in a nut shell not much i can remember from about the age of six to eight time period.