This story is dedicated to all victims of violence.
PREFACE: I AM A VICTIM
Being a victim is a mix of all kinds of different feelings. You feel yourself miserable, scared, stupid, weak, and disgusting. All emotions are vague and you cannot distinguish even the vividest difference.
No matter what victim you are.
A victim of domestic abuse.
A victim of sexual assault.
A victim of physical dominance.
A victim of bullying.
A victim of child abuse/neglect.
A victim of hate crimes.
A victim of people/sex trafficking.
A victim of terrorism.
And I must forget to mention many other types of victims.
I’m sorry for all of you. Truly sorry. However, let’s not forget that we have one another. We are actually all the same. We need help. We need family around. We need to be loved. I know that most of us don’t have it, so why don’t we all be the most lovely family in the whole universe. We are all capable of giving true love. We all know how the other person may feel. We all know each other at some point. Let’s not wait when our past abusers change, let’s be loved right away.
If you know a person who experiences abuse in his/her life, do not stay aside and help. You know what it is to feel that pain. It’s crucible and unbearable. Those people deserve to be treated well.
I want you to know as well that we believe you. We believe each word of yours. We believe each action of yours. Don’t be afraid to tell us your story because we know that your story is the right one.
Please, I’m begging you, don’t be afraid to ask for help because only you are capable of breaking that vicious circle.
Amen.
Lessons I learned from my family:
I learned that in order to get love and appreciation you need to cook, clean the house, wash dishes, and not show emotions.
Passing out is the best way to escape.
Learn morse code and how to unlock locks without a key.
Go to the gym to be strong.
Upper body strength is the most important strength.
No one cares about your dignity.
Meditate, it's the least you can do for yourself.
Don’t judge people, you don’t know their story.
It’s OKAY to be alone.
You can come back from rock bottom.
Domestic violence can take many forms.
A shelter is more than just a place to stay.
Finding someone to talk to is vitally important.
You cannot change them.
Don’t talk about your feelings with them.
Have a plan. Always.
Try to get into college.
Don’t listen to them.
It’s not your fault.
You don’t have to be a good girl, but it would be helpful.
Good evening, guys. Or morning. Or afternoon. My name is Wrat Walker. Never have I ever heard a name uglier than mine. I have been living in Scranton, PA my whole life. My life always gave me miserable and challenging tasks. Beginning with family and ending with the job. Honestly, I didn’t handle them well. Destiny punched me in the face hundred and hundred times. And I just accepted it. I can’t say that I’m hard-working, conscientious, and so on. I was born in a family where the annual income was less than $4000. Imagine yourself. In a family where nobody cares about you. Neither mom nor dad. Thus, I feel like I can blame my parents for my ending-up place. Warning. You will either understand me and accept my actions or consider me insane and be happy for what I’ve got.
The first thing I want to say is that I’m writing this book for relief. I want to tell my stories to someone but I can’t. I’m so fed up with my family that I wanna kill each of them. And I will. I promise. When you finish reading this “book”, they’ll be all already dead. And I will be in jail because I committed those crimes and I must be punished. I’m a good citizen and respect the law. But also I didn’t wanna be a fraud like my family. I am not a coward. I am eager to possess all the virtues of a good man, so I am willing to begin with honesty.
