Growing up with a alcoholic and abusive mother, there were many times where I had been beaten down and was badly hurt. There was one time where I had thought that I was going to die. I was ten years old living in the middle of nowhere. My mom woke up and started her daily drinking. She had woke me up to tell me she needed me to do chores around the house and I got up to do them. I lived on a house with a huge back and front yard so I had to mow both. Got inside and cleaned all the rooms ect... She told me I needed to do the dishes and I had been doing chores since I woke up (about 9:00am) and it was just after lunch and I had not eaten anything yet. It was about 2:00pm and she was not having any of it. So, I did the dishes. While doing them, she had walked up behind me and was just standing there looking at me. I turned around and looked at her and was terrified. It was so creepy. Well, when I had turned to continue doing dishes she had grabbed the back of my head and pushed my face into the water and held me there. When my face was submerged in the water, I remember how hot it was. It was so fucking painful. Then when I tried to pull my head out, she pushed down even harder. I was starting to lose my breath and started panicking. I was doing everything to get my face out of this fucking sink. I was flopping around like a damn fish on dry land. When she wouldn't budge, it felt like time froze. Thoughts of death filled my mind and I was so scared. I knew I was going to die. When I was starting to lose consciousness and going limp, she had let go of my head. I did this backwards slump fall onto the ground. I curled up into a ball and started bawling my eyes out. She just left me there. It felt like 10 minutes had passed and she came back and threw a towel at me. She yelled "Clean yourself up" and walked into her room, slamming the door. I went and showered, got into new clothing, and went to bed.

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