I have a decent life now and I have read stories that make my life seem like that of Prince Charles but I would like to share it.
It started when I was born and my mother died in childbirth, but for 8 years my life was good with my father, we had a nice apartment and I had lots of hobbies like studying the Arts and the Classics, I had decided I was going to be a priest.
Unfortunately my Dad died when I was 8 in a car crash and the next 3 years of my life were tough.
I was put through care homes where I was bullied because I had a posh accent and I was very smart and hard working and I took pride in my appearance and I wanted to be a priest but the intense bullying made me a very ruthless depressed person and I began to feel unable to feel pity or sympathy and I was constantly beaten up and spat at, when a picture of my parents was torn up by a bully, I pushed him down the stairs and beat him up for the year of abuse, it was then I became a problematic person, I was being kicked in and out of children's homes I was expelled from 2 church primary schools for truancy and being all round distant, I got into street fighting and petty crimes I was hospitalized for 2 weeks after a fight once.
When I was 11 I was won a place at a catholic boarding school which started of okay but I was still bullied and I was molested by one of the teachers and a priest, they tried to indoctrinate us but I was constantly in trouble for not believing in it after I read about the sciences and logic, I started to rebel by sneaking out, I drank alcohol, took cocaine and opium and I used to fight, after I was nearly savaged, I had very severe injuries and when I was 15 I almost killed the priest that abused me and I was expelled.
I moved to another boarding school but it was the same, the house master abused me and not only did he molest me but he did some really weird stuff that really made me feel sick and when the matron found out she did nothing, I took solace in a pet I found, it was a stray puppy that I cared for and then the matron viciously drowned it then left the other violent prefects beat me up, I was in the infirmary for 2 weeks.
when I was 16 I passed my O levels (just) but I was mad by then, I had recently been seeing a girl I had met in a pub and my room mate had sex with her, I went mad and I stormed out and I crept into the house masters room and stole his money £3,000 and then I went into the matrons room and smashed the place up while calling her a whore and an evil b**** I actually punched her in the face for what she did to me and then I ran, I took a train over 200 miles away in London.
I secured a cleaning job in a museum and found myself a studio apartment, I slowly managed to sort out my life, I had a good routine and lots of hobbies and studies that kept me occupied and stopped me from thinking about my past, it was just horrific to think about it, I was overcome with this horrible dirty feeling of what happened to me and how I wasted my life, it just sickened me to my stomach, I adopted a dog and I was happy, until I received the unwanted attention of a group of violent teens who actually killed my dog and set my flat on fire, I don't know what I was thinking but I just grabbed the kids and locked them in the burning flat, I then ran away and after two weeks of travelling and living rough I came across my Dad's old apartment.
I fixed the place up and made some friends working on a construction site but my living space was unofficial and I was unable to make it official and before I knew it the place was to be destroyed so I thought I would leave to live in the wilderness, for a few months I lived in a cabin I built until one day I came back to the cabin after gathering food to find it destroyed I realized that the forests were private so I moved to a different part near the lake and constructed an underground flat but the conditions got worse and worse due to damp and gradual crumbling, I got very ill and spent half my life coughing I had TB and a very strong flu, it turned out I had meningitis, one day the flat collapsed on me and I managed to escape to collapse in the middle of town on what turned out to be my fathers grave.
I woke up in hospital 2 weeks later and all my old sins had come back to haunt me, my old house master, the matron, 1 of the boys I had locked in the fire, everything I spent 1 week of my life in and out of court cases and in the end I did get out of it all, I left in search of a new life, I made myself healthy again and began studying.
I found a place at a boarding school where I planned to study and do well and become successful but I dropped out after being beaten up while the teachers refused to help, I was expelled from another boarding school for smoking opium, I don't know why I did it but I decided to join a seminary which I was expelled for for my disbelief and scientific preaching, it seemed hopeless, I swindled my way into the Royal Military Academy, Sandhurst to try and become an officer but I flunked out after becoming ill again, I applied to the Royal Naval College to become a navy officer but my entry was turned down and in the end I enrolled at Paston sixth form college where I took my A levels and became happy I enrolled in the Imperial College, London and then I passed a first class degree in Physics.
After university I was attacked by a group of gypsies and when I maimed one of them in defence, I spent 3 months in Prison where I was raped and beaten, but I made it out and went on to get married, get a good job and buy a nice house, I had a daughter and we were happy for two wonderful years but they both died in a car crash, I became distant and depressed, I quit my job and spent days crying about it, I stopped going out and let myself go a bit, I took up crafting for a living and tried writing but no'one would buy my books and few people were spending on home made cabinets and doll houses then so I fell behind with my bills and mortgage, my luck got worse when a girl on my street was found murdered in a structure in the local woods, due to my reclusive ways and decent into becoming a hermit people accused me and drove me out of town (I was innocent)
It's been ten years now and my life has improved since then I have a good job and a nice house, I am working hard and am having help, my life is not as bad as some and so I have gotten on with my life, nothing can go wrong now, I have integrated into society and those who I am friends with can not even work out my once disturbed foul life, I am finally a normal person, I wish you all a wonderful life. | |
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