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The Story called HELP, by MATTS!

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MATTS!

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I will write a story POST by POST. You May follow.



The Story is called. HELP.

Chapter 1:

Born again:


Hello, my name is Jason. I don't really have much to say about myself. I don't really know my exact birthday cause i was adopted. i was told it was 1975.. but I believe it was 1979. I was told that, but i have and old diary of my mothers that has a message in it that reads... "my little sweet baby - (can't read my month and day) 1979". Pretty weird how your adopted parents would make up a birthday for you. Anyways, I live in a house connected to other houses, which is not fun but i am use to it. You can't really make much nose, unless your in the basement, or the "dungeon" which is what dad calls it. I lived here for pretty much my whole life as i can remember. I have 1 other brother and I have no idea how old he is, i haven't seen him since my dad took him to the other side of the basement about 4 years ago. I have a mom and a dad. My mom makes me food everyday and sets it down by the stairs in the basement, but we can't eat it until dad lets us out of the cage to take a bite. Dad is very straight forward and it has to be what he says. As mother said, "Don't let dad find out." If dad found out, i would probably have to drink laundry soap, or do something i don't want to do. I haven't been to school in over 5 years, and forgot what it is like. The out side seems like it got louder, but I haven't seen the outside in over 5 years. I have a trash bag that I wear over my body, and it's really cold down here. I don't have nowhere to go to the bathroom so i just have to leave feces right here were i sleep. I started to develop red rashes everywhere on my body around a year ago, and they started bleeding. I wake up, get food 2 times a day, and dad lets me out, but I am chained up, so he can watch us eat food while he spits on me, and calls us names. Then I go back in the cage, and I got to wait until the next day. That's pretty much how things have been going to the past years. Well, i guess your wondering how i got out to write this about what happen. So let me tell you what brutal things lay ahead.


Chapter 2 coming soon.
 
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