This is basically my life, but I put all my problems on George in this and he goes through everything that I go through and this is just be coping.

This is based on my parents as well not George's.

The good parts aren't true stories.

My point of view ends around the teenage years and it's just some good old DreamNotFound.

So enjoy I guess.

It ends at age fourteen or fifteen because George moves out and lives happily ever after, on the other hand, I have not moved out and still am living this life.

Trigger warning abuse, child abuse, beating on with a belt, eating disorder, mentions of hanging oneself, shit parent (the mom), self-harm, trying to overdose, fat-shaming, and a true story.

Let us do this.

Hi, welcome this is a safe place for you to be yourself and love who you are.

So I hope you have slept well, eaten enough today, staying hydrated, and getting enough time outside.

This is now your happy place.

If someone ever reads this, tell me how your day was.

Well and another daily reminder that you are a beautiful smart little muffin and I hope you have a wonderful day/night or evening, whatever you prefer.

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But I only do fluff, because my heart can't take pain right now.

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Third-person

0 years of age was when it all started.

George was brought into this world and his parents looked at him like he was all their pride and joy.

He was their second-born child and a buddle of joy.

His parents loved him and he would just smile up at them and not make a peep at all.

He loved them and they loved him.

Like every parent should.

Sadly there are no more good things to come and when he was unable to do anything, those would be his best years.

1 year of age, George wasn't walking and there was not much going on.

His mom was always out and so was his dad.

They were both doing very different things.

His mom traveled around the country for work and his dad, well he wasn't sure what his dad was doing, all he knew is that his dad wasn't there.

So he and his sibling had a babysitter a lot of the time.

When his parents were home they probably dropped him on his head a few times and then just left again.

At 2 years of age, life started to take a turn for the worst.

George learned to talk and walk a lot later than his sibling and his parent didn't care to listen to his first word.

His mom became a lot more mean and she would smack him on the head and put him in corners until he balled his eyes out.

And still, she gave him no mercy.

He and his sibling weren't allowed to sleep in their parent's bed, despite them having a king-sized mattress.

So the nightmares began.

He would stay up all night remembering how his mom would hit him for the smallest little thing and that would scar him for life.

3 years of age is when daycare started.

Or when George remembered it starting.

He would be dropped off at six in the morning and then picked up at seven in the evening/nighttime.

He would play there, make friends there and eat there.

Life was pretty good, at the daycare.

At home, it wasn't the best.

His mom would still give him time-outs and hit him, but this time not with her hand, but instead a brush with a hard handle.

She says he is "bad."

4 years of age wasn't much different.

He started going to preschool and they would eat, sleep and do other things small children do, basically not learn a thing.

He would stay there all day and his parents would pick him up at midnight.

He met some lovely people there though.

And the same thing at home kept happening.

Poor George didn't know any better and thought it was normal for your mom to beat you with a brush or threaten to beat you with a brush.

Life wasn't getting easier.

5 years of age is when he started kindergarten at a very good private school in the area he lived in.

The kids weren't that nice, but some kids from pre-school came to the same school with him, so that was lovely.

When he got home his parents wouldn't feed him much, so he would always get up in class and sneak some food into his mouth.

The kids called him names and whispered bad things behind his back.

He stopped eating at school when his mom began to call him fat and say he was too big for a kindergartener, which would stick with him for life.

At five he had developed an eating disorder because of it.

6 years of age, he was still in kindergarten and the teacher were the only people nice to him.

And the 8th grader that would read to him every day!

They were k-pals!

She was so nice and George loved her.

Because George couldn't read and it was just really fun to be read to.

And his parents didn't read to him at all unless it was for homework so of course, he found it fun.

7 years old was when he was in the first grade.

Life was no longer sunshine and rainbows, it never was, but reality set in.

His one known abusive parent had left when his mom and dad got a divorce.

He said he was going to get a sandwich and he never came back.

One of the first-grade teachers would make fun of him because his dad wasn't in his life anymore.

And his mom would still beat him and fat shame him.

He developed the eating disorder once more because his mom had put him on a diet so he would sneak food from his cubbyhole.

The teacher called him out and began to bawl his eyes out as the kids laughed at him.

He cried a lot and the kids would do nothing but laugh at him.

He thought every kid had to go through this so he didn't tell anyone and the teachers would make fun of him as well, so he wasn't even sure who to tell.

Life was cruel to him but he was still nice to everyone, he couldn't bring himself to be mean.

When he turned eight years of age he got into the second grade.

His mom wasn't there the majority of the school year and he had a babysitter.

He had failed every test and kids would still make fun of him when he snuck food in his mouth from his desk.

He had a learning disability.

So he went to the teacher who helps people with learning disabilities.

She called him the r slur or r-word more times than one could count.

That took a bigger toll on his mental health.

He began to question if he should even be alive.

Kids would make fun of him at school and claim to be his friend just so they could get the dessert that his mom brought for his birthday.

The majority of the teachers hated him.

And his mother would beat him senselessly.

And he would rarely see his dad.

So he was thinking about committing suicide.

At the time he didn't know what that was, but now he does.

He barely past the second grade with the skin of his teeth, but he still made it and he was still nice to everyone.

It was all fake smiles though, his niceness wasn't fake.

Nine years old was when he was in the 3rd grade.

His mother would still hit him if he didn't smile and he still struggled with school.

Math is the hardest for him.

But his teacher was the beta teacher he had ever had.

She would stay after school with him to make sure he knew his timetables.

It takes two semesters but he ended up being in the orange belt for division, and that was the best in his class.

He was truly an all-star (that was also what the name of his class was so he fit the part).

At ten years old his teacher wasn't as nice, but she was nice than every teacher that wasn't the 3rd-grade teacher.

She advised him to get a tutor and so he did.

He started doing a lot better on his test.

His mom would still hit him, his tutor began to notice.

Every did.

His friends made fun of him because he would flinch every time one of them got near him or hugged him he would flinch.

It's because of the abuse at home, but no one knew and George didn't tell anyone.

It was "normal."

Eleven years of age was a little different.

His mom had begun beating him with a belt when he was around five, but it hurt a lot more now.

He was under average weight and height.

Mainly because of the eating disorder he had developed because of his mom.

Fifth grade was pretty easy.

Besides the two tests he didn't do good on, his grades were decent.

His friends would ask him for help and that made him feel loved.

Then he would go home and his mother would call him the r slur and turned his day.

Twelve years of age was pretty easy because school was easy, his mom still didn't respect him as a person, but he was still living life.

He had figured his gender out in the 2nd grade when this person fat-shamed him and misgendered him in the bathroom.

He was unlabeled when it came to gender (true story about myself, well everything so far is true about myself).

Sexuality was just confusing and he didn't know what to do about it.

So he just went with the abuse and made it through once more.

At the age of thirteen covid hit and he began to get sad and figured out his sexuality at that time.

He started to write fanfic of his favorite youtubers while he got ready to take a test to get into high school.

Spoiler alert he did above average but not that good and his mom beat him.

So he continued to struggle.

He even found love.

That didn't last and they ended up cheating on him.

He still met some great people on discord.

The number of times he had almost killed himself was so many to count and the number of scars he added to his upper arm was a lot more than he did when he was twelve in his step mom's bathroom.

He still makes it through.

And the horrible year of 2020 was over and he was thinking of going back to physical school.

And so he did that.

He sat in the back of the class and learned.

He was doing good better than he did in online school.

He had a 95-grade point average and his mom still wasn't happy with him.

She could never be happy.

He then turned Fourteen alone in his room.

He made it through that day and then to the summer.

He graduated the eighth grade with first honors (95-100 grade point average (school is almost over and I hope I keep that first honors).

And he got into one of the best high schools in the nation.

His dad was proud and he even got to see him a lot more.

He even planned to get married to his girlfriend of five years and George wished the best for his dad, he did, since he'd been in the hospital majority of 2020 and 2021.

At Fifteen he had fallen in love with a boy named Dream.

He moved out of his abusive mom's house and he and Dream lived happily ever after.

That's the end of my sad-ass life lol.

I hope I have a happy ending like George.

All of this is fact, besides  age fifteen.

I am dying lol.

Have a nice day!

That was a nice 2000 thousand words of my life.

Bye now.

Ya, that's about it.

If anybody reads this, you request if you want.

Bye and always remember this is a safe place for you to be yourself and love who you are.

So I hope you have slept well, eaten enough today, staying hydrated, and getting enough time outside.

This is now your happy place.

If someone ever reads this, tell me how your day was.

Well and another daily reminder that you are a beautiful smart little muffin and I hope you have a wonderful day/night or evening, whatever you prefer.

And feel free to request if you want.

But I only do fluff, because my heart can't take pain right now.

/) have a nice day and stay safely hydrated.