Author's Note

I had to rewrite it, because you didn’t like it.

Midnight’s story

Hi, my name is Midnight and this my story through my eyes.

Born in a small town just outside Canterlot City, my Mom and Father never actually wanted me in the first place. Looking back, I wonder why my parents got together in the first place.

After my birth, Mom took me to another room and shook me so hard that I could not breathe and left me for dead in the empty room.

She later came back and retrieved me up and we went home. Those first few years were a living hell for me from the constant abuse from my mom. I could not understand why she did not love me; I am her son.

At one point I thought it was my own fault for being born. But when I turned 7 the abuse from my mom stopped but then my dad started to drink and his reign of terror began as he out lashed on me and my mother.

Sitting in my room crying because my dad hit me again, I never had the power to do anything without being beaten.

Having autism alongside my other disability, Shaken Baby Syndrome, my mental age is around that of an 8-year-old even though I am 16.

I cannot talk yet, but I hope that I can soon.

There was a knock on my nonexistent door which my mom had to take off its hinges because my dad did not want me to close it.

“Lunch time!” Dad’s booming voice yelled at me from the doorway.

I did not respond so I just nodded and followed my dad down the stairs in complete silence. When we came to the bottom of the stairs, my mom was sitting at the table looking mentally broken.

I wanted to ask her if she was ok, but I didn’t know how to use my voice because I was never taught to speak because it was ‘to difficult.’

“Sit!” Father commanded me, so I did as I was told without resisting.

Lunch usually was not very eventful, this time was no different.

We just sat there in silence, I was quietly eating my lunch when dad got up and walked around the table to me and hit me across the head.

My parents always found an opportunity to hit me even if it was only something small.

“Eat!” Dad yelled as he shoved my face down.

“You may think we care about you, but we never have!” Mom chimed in.

“GO TO YOUR ROOM NOW!” Dad barked at me as I sat there crying.

I tried to get up from my seat but I couldn't move.

“STOP CRYING!” Mom bellowed. I wanted to ask what I had done wrong,

But I couldn't.

So I just quietly went to my room and cried.

My parents always found a way to make my life a living hell.

After I went to bed, mom and dad were downstairs drinking and I heard mom screaming at dad.

I couldn’t sleep because I was afraid that mom and dad were going to hurt me.

It was 3:00 PM when my mom came into my room crying which told me dad had hit her.

I wanted to tell her everything would be alright.

After an hour of crying, my mom went out of my room but before she left, she said “you were lucky tonight!”

I knew what that meant but I didn’t want to show her that I can understand everything going on.

My parents keep telling me how they never wanted kids, and I was a mistake.

Because of my autism I sometimes don’t understand social cues and my social skills are non existent.

I was laying in bed looking out of the window at the house next to mine at the dad kissing his son as he hugged him, I sighed wishing I had a loveing family, but I can never be as lucky as that kid, and know it,