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My Name Is Willow.

My name is willow i’m fourteen years old from a small town in Canada called main spring I’m writing this because I don’t know how much longer I have I was abducted on my way home from school a few days ago I was walking my normal way home when on the next street over I saw something that wasn’t right,

There was a little girl at a van with a huge guy in the door the van it’s self gave it away though big black and ugly I watched this scene for a moment when the man was trying to convince the little girl to come inside using a puppy as bait I yelled HEY the little girl turned around and the man looked I started running across the street to get to her I yelled at her to run but the man had gotten out of the van by that point and came after me he grabbed me by my arm and yanked me forward towards the van, NO I cried and tried to get away but it was no use he was a lot stronger then me I yelled for help but no one was around people were still getting home from work and school I managed to bite him which really was a bad idea all that got me was punched in the head and that’s when everything went black, When I woke up I was tide with my hand behind my back and a gag in my mouth I tried to move my feet but I couldn’t I could feel they are tied but I can’t see to what, I can make out the front though the huge man that abducted me and someone else in the drivers seat. I try to run over what just happened in my mind and then i remembered the little girl I look around me but don’t see her well that’s something at least I hope she’s okay and I hope she can tell someone what happened but she’s so young she would have been easier for them to take for sure Because they were trying to take her without creating a scene so then I come along. Suddenly the van comes to a stop and the big guy gets out and opens the sliding door I try to kick but I can’t then he grabs the rope holding my legs unties it from where a seat is supposed to go and drags me across the van floor I try to free myself but it’s no use then the man yells at me to shut up and stop fucking around you got yourself into this mess he says I give one good kick with connected with his shoulder he falls back and but regained his balance quickly and punched me in the face so hard I could taste blood in my mouth and I saw that filmier blackness again but I didn’t pass out with time witch was to bad really. Both men grabbed me and dragged me inside an old wooden building and down a dark set of stares to a dark and cold basement there are a few other girls here with me we are sex slaves for rich tourists some of these men I think I’ve seen in passing on the streets but who knows anymore. We are chained to beds for hours a day while men have their way with us, there’s at least twenty-four men a day but I don’t count anymore since I started writing I think it’s been a month since I was taken. we are feed but very little mostly soup I really don’t know how much longer I can live like this I found this notebook under a mattress I sleep on in this basement when i’m not being used one of the girls named Sarah says I better keep it hidden if I get caught with it it will be trouble for all of us. They say they can get to our families, all I ever had was my mom I can’t imagine how terrified she must be right now, if anyone finds this please don’t tell her what happened to me. {Authors note: The following story is not based on any actual person}

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Before I was Murdered.

They say most of the time people are hurt or killed by someone they knew , they make it sound like it was that victims fault like they asked to be killed I never really gave anything like that much thought I was a twenty two year old girl in a new city I was just living my life my name is Mia I was murderd by a man on December twelve only a few friends and some family members came to my funeral 

My mother had to be lead away. Unlike what most people think I never knew this man who killed me I was just doing my job I was a secretary at a lawyers office, I noticed this man one day he was a client of the lawyer I work for he was angry at his lawer for losing his case he wanted full custody of his kids but he lost his case to his wife his ex wife then moved out of state and he had no idea where they went When I saw him today he was standing by my car putting a note in the windshield this sent shivers down my spine but I decided to check it out on my lunch break I didn't see him around any more so I figured it was safe I took the paper from my windshield unfolded it to see that it simply said " your beautiful" this creeped me out a bit So I went back inside to tell me boss he said its probably just his was of messing with you he's mad that he lost his case just ignore him, ok I said I figured I was just making to much of it that I probably wont even see this man again. But I did he came up to me a few days later at work when I was getting in to my car to go home he said hello and I jumped and turnd around Sorry I didint mean to scare you I just noticed you at your desk and how beautiful you are I thought I would ask you out Oh I said I dont think so, this seemed to make him angry I saw his eyes turn from brown to almost back this scared me, I honestly dont know what he's thinking he's fifty years old I don't want to date him I didn't want to date anyone really I liked my job and I liked the freedom of being single. Cant we just try a cup of coffee? he said in a rather flat tone of voice No I said a little louder then I ment to I dont date my bosses clients I said oh but im not a client anymore he said to me that dosent matter I said the I said no and I mean it I dont appreciate you sneaking up on me like this please leave me alone well see he said and turned and walked away. Those words bugged me what does he mean by well see? I was scared by this point so I talked to my boss about it the next day he said he'll probably leave you alone but if your worried tell the police about him ok I said maybe I'll do that by lunch break When lunch break came I thought about going to the police but I didn't see him around and thought maybe im making to much of this so I let it go and went about my work and life it wasn't until a week later that I knew this was far from over When I got home from work I noticed someone had slipped a note under my apartment door it was like the note on my car that day this one simply said you should have said yes I folded it up and put it in my purse and headed back out to the police station. When I got there I told a woman officer at the front destraction what was going on and she told me to wait and she would have a detective take my statement about twenty minutes later a male officer came and took me to a small room with just a desk and two chairs I sat in one and he in the other and I told him all about this man in his fiftys named Joseph porter and the officer told me that I shouldn't be worried he's probably judt mad I said no but will get over it and move on with his life That's it? I said annoyed by this point because everyone says probably to me but so far no one has done anything arnt you going to question him or just talk to him or something I can get you his address, that wont be necessary mamm he said he hasent done anything against the law he's just annoying right, so your telling me my life has to be in danger before you'll do anything well I wouldn't put it that way but yes he said Fine I said im sorry I wasted your time and walked out. When I hot home it wss late and I was tired and angry i dont think im over reacting but aparintly I don't know anything. I had a shower and sat down on my couch to watch some t.v before bed so I could calm down a little when my phone rang I picked it up and it was just dead air I hung it up and not even ten minutes later it rang again I read the screen and all it said was caller unknown and again it was just dead air on the other end this happend for two hours safe to say I didn't sleep that night at all thankfully the next day was saturday so I could just stay in bed when it was almost noon the called started again I picked up the phone this time and yelled leave me the fuck alone to no reply the calles stoped until the next day only when I picked up the phone it was his voice and all he said to me was see you soon I went back to the police the next day and told the same detective what happend I said isn't this some kind of harassment? It is agreed the offecer and took all the information I had and agreed to go to his place and talk to him. Later that night though I woke to a pounding on my door and Joseph yelling on the other side telling me to open it I didint saying anything at first it wasn't until he startef forcing it open I ran to call nine one one the police showd up in minutes only it felt like hours to me and arrested him the detective told me to get a restraining order Which I did he was let out of jail by the nect day though and I couldent get the restraining order filed because he didn't show up at court so the judge just threw the case out. The phone calls and now thereniting letters went on for weeks everytime I called the police they said theres nothing they can do unless he hurts me or is at my house when he does show up at my door they aresst him but his out the next day I moved changed my phone number I even bought a gun but nothing helps A few months into this I decided to tell my parents what was going on they were wortied about me being alone anyway and said I could stay with them I declined because he would just find me anyway and I didn't want my family involved or hurt by him . I went home the next day but it felt like somthing was wrong there'd was a strange smell like someone else had been there but nothing was out of place until I went to my bedroom when I open the door I was hit by a awful smell and found a dead cat on my bed bed with a note that said your next held to it with a knife stabbed through it I screamed and ran to my phone crying histaricly trying to call nine one one but the phone was dead so I got out my cell phone and called them they came out in an hour and removed the cat and dusted the place for prints of course they didn't find any but mine We have no prove it was him mam the officer said to me what about the note? I said its just a piece of paper with big letters in marker the others were in pen so it doesn't even really look the same thanks I said sarcastically and closed the door behind him I didn't sleep at all that night I don't know what to do I cant focus at work and I keep snapping at people so my boss gave me time off until I figure this out he Sid I can't oford to move anymore and he would just find me anyway im going to have to leave the state like his ex did I thought to myself so I called my parents told them everything that had just happend and asked if they would help me of course they said and wired me some money so I could afford to move to a different city and start over the next few weeks the calls keep going but I was almost used to them now On moving day I couldent wait to leave and be free of him I parked ip everything and headed to my new life when I arrived to my new place I was surprised to see it was smaller then I thought it was from what I advice it online but other then that it was great its only me here anyway when my phone rang I jumped but it was just my mom calling to see if I got there ok I did I replied and dont worry I will pay you guys back as soon as i can dont worry dear we just want you to be safe thank you for everything I said I love you I love you too my mom said and we hung up. It was then I knew somthing was wrong I smelled that older again that I smelled when he left the dead can with the note in my apartment I dont care what the police said I know it was him. I turned slowly to see my closet door creak open I felt a scream get caught in my throat and turned to run out of the room I called nine one one white I knowd over a bunch of boxes he was right behind me I told the operated help me its him before he hit me and sent my phone flying to the floor he kept on hiring me no matter how hard I tried to fight him it was like he didint feel it I told you he said I told you you would be next you really thought I was going to let you get away from me? Why are you doing this I managed to say but he didint reply right away it wasn't until I saw a knife in his hand he said to me because I want to and because no one can stop me I screamed until I felt the knife go into my body I don't know how many times.. eventually I didn't feel it anymore everything went black and I slipped away. From outside of my body I saw the police show up they arrested him and read him his rights he got charged for only my murder and sentenced to seven years he only served three before he was released he visits a porole officer once a month he still says I deserved it that I deserved to be terrified for months and brutally murderd at the age of twenty two my family is distroyd my parents cant cope and now they dont even get the satisfaction of him in jail he's free to do it again and most likely will sadly im far from being the only victim.

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Daddy’s Home.

I was only four when it started I remember the first hit with the belt the stinging and huge bruises it left behind I used to beg him to stop but that never worked I tried to be better but I could never be good enough if I was to loud or stayed in the bathroom to long God help me if I defended my mother,

I would be hit for that too, eventually he said he would make me do what my mother won't do and that’s what he did. 

I never told anyone what he did the kids at school hated me as much as he did so eventually I ended up being pulled out of school and being homeschooled That made everything worse I never went outside at home no one asked about me no one cared my father went to work during the day though so I had some break But his temper didin't limit its self to just me and he was fired from every job he had within six months, the last one was one of the worse one yet he came home yelling and throwing things I tried to hide in the crawl space under the floor but he found me and dragged me out by my hair and beat me until I blacked out I woke up in the spot he left me coverd in my own blood I managed to get up and found him at the top of the stairs he smashed a table in the hall when I ran up he looked at me opened his mouth to say something vile when I grabbed a piece of the table leg and shoved in into his gut then with all my strength I threw him down the stairs I heard the satisfying crack of his neck when he hit the bottom and knew he was dead I decided to put his body in his car coverd it in beer so it would look like he was drunk and drove off the road then no one would care about him like no one cared about me then I sent it off a bridge into the river I went home and thought I wounder what it will be like not being beaten almost everyday. when I went into the bathroom to shower I was horrified when I looked into the mirror to see not only my broken face but the big red letters written in blood Daddy's Home.  

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The Other Ten Percent.

I am writing this story because no one pays attention to what my sister Emily's doctor calls the other ten percent the percentage of female children with autism who have violent tendency's the percentage for male children is five percent in case you were wondering,  

My name is Nell im older then my sister by three years I was so excited when she was born I never really made friends so I thought I would have a best friend in a sister, it wasn't for a few years I realized how wrong I was,

When Emily was four she killed my hamster my parents claimed it was an accident but I knew it wasn't she laughed when it died in her hands and I had told her to leave it alone it wasn't until a few times She almost threw our mother down the stairs at the age of six that it was decided to ask a doctors opinion, when we were referred to a doctor who deals with child behavior we were put on a waiting list and made it to see her by the time she was seven now in that time we all knew something was wrong But our father said shes just different and to shut up about it he would fly into rages to so it was always easier to just drop the subject then to fight with him about it and risk being hit again. So we finally made to the doctor who was a nice lady she said its a severe case of autism spectrum disorder which is autism but the spectrum has many other disorders, but the violence was rare only ten percent of girls with autism are violent lucky us, Emily didn't like being talked about she would throw things And didn't let the doctor talk to her so with a prescription for respidol we went home our father then flew into a rage and said she will never be put on medication and as usual our mom didn't fight him about it, it wasn't until some time later when Emily turned the stove top on and tried to burn my hand because she wanted it to turn black that our father gave in and let our mother fill out the Precipitation for the respidol and things calmed down for a few months but she was always violent but so was our father who rarely went to one of Emily's doctor appointments her doctor suggested once that her violence was learned behavior but our mother of course claimed that could never be the case. So the years flew by I never had much of a life being in a homeschooling religious violent family will do that do you its wasn't until our father lost another job due to his temper that things went from bad to worse we then ended up on a paper route that started at two in the morning the hours were exhausting and between our parents yelling and Emily's melt downs I just couldn't deal with it and turned to self harm When I cut myself it was a relief but more then that I could control the pain I was inflicting on myself when everything else in my life was out of control, it wasn't until one day when our father said to me I really shouldn't cut up my arms like that That I realized somthing was happening to me somthing I was blocking I asked him how did he know he just smirked at me and went back to his news paper I had a hard time sleeping after that I tried to stay awake all night and sleep during the day but our mother needed me to help with Emily and her constant fits of rage that I didint get any sleep during the day so I ended up passing out at night from being exhausted. Then I started to dream more like nightmares of things happining to me at night only they weren't dreams they were memories as I later learned in therapy, On a few mornings I woke up with my pants and underwear around my ankles I knew exactly what was happening I told him I was going to tell but he threatened to kill our mother and my dog if I did and I knew he would make good on his word I knew his temper, he told me he would make me do what my mother wont do And for years he did it wasn't until I bleed a lot after him raping me and being in so much pain on numerous occasions that I threw him out of the bathroom one night when he wanted to hurt me when all I wanted was a shower. He was surprised at me fighting back, it wasn't long until he tried again feeling me up in the kitchen when my mother steeped out of the room for a moment I slapped his hand away then he decided to leave that he couldn't stand having a family this fucked up we did the papers by ourselves that day When we came back he and his stuff was gone I then broke the silence and told mom everything I could remember her first reaction was we need to go to the police and he did put they didn't believe us and told me I asked for it wearing tight clothes around him when I knew what he was... I don't know how much was done to my sister by our father I don't think he did to her what he did to me because of her disorders he never cared much for her I was always the push over. I thought therapy would help but its just brought up a ton of things I think would have been better off staying buried I remember being raped from the time I was four I remember being beaten I know why I always wanted to die it wasn't just Emily's violence that hurt me all those years I thought when I told on him that things would get better but they never really did our mother has been going through court for years and its taken its toll shes been sick and eventually passed away from heart failure Emily's violence increased to the point I couldn't care for her anymore and she now lives in a mental health place that deals with severely handicapped adults She ended up breaking an orderlys arm and is kept on heavy medication so she barely moves. I live alone in a dumpy government housing I hate people and have little to do with anyone I thought my life was going to get better I thought we would be ok but I made everything worse by telling on him I should have kept quite and put up with it im in my twenties but I feel hundred I have post traumatic stress disorder and other mental disorders I can barly do anything for myself it probably wont be long before im put away. there really isn't anything I can do now ececpt write I must write and maybe I can salvage what's left of my life somehow.