You walk downstairs; you are Maria. You are 13. You woke up to bloody handprints on the wall. You saw it in lines on the walls **_&_** floor. You go down the bloody steps. You know the body of your adoptive mom, Tonya, & you see your adoptive dad, David, sprawled out on the floor, gasping for air.
David yells, "Help!" You ran down & called _911_ to save your parents. He saw your **bio-papa** coming, & instead of _happiness,_ you've never seen a more _traumatized_ man like David.
When Maria was 5...
Your _bio-papa_ is in prison on many serious charges. It would help if you got dressed. You dress in a fine little outfit fit for a little princess such as yourself. You look at your mommy; she's so pretty. Tonya is still alive since we went back to when you were five, so you don't have PTSD yet.
You have never been raped, abused, or neglected by your parents, Tonya & David. They always loved you. 💕 David walks in; he is proof that not all men are abusive, tyrannical rapists like Todd.
David talks to your mom about teaching you about your period so that if you get your period at eight years old, you won't freak out. He even made sure to tell your mother you are still a child and that Even if you got your period, your childhood did not have to suddenly halt because you had to make sure you did not bleed on the couch every month.
He wanted her to know it was not the end of the world. He did this so that your mom would not put you on harmful puberty blockers. Your dad defied your mom's orders and explained the period to you. You were _awkward,_ but happy he did it. You did not care too much, however.
Your mom accused him of making you grow up to fast; he was confused because, in his mind, giving you information cannot make you grow taller. He vocally expressed it & they fought over it. You ended up getting your first period at 9. It was scary because you thought you would die and had no idea it was a period or natural. It seemed like a significant medical problem ⚠️ if you bled from the private area.
Your mom was horrified, and your dad took you to buy pads and told you what had occurred. He said your tampons were too dangerous for you because if you leave them in for too long, it can kill you, and thus you need to take them out periodically, but you were nine, making him think you would not be responsible enough to remove them when needed.
He was right, your period pad stayed on for hours, & if you'd used tampons, you would have removed them immediately due to discomfort & told your mom to buy pads; but, anyhow, back to when you were just five years of age.
You were taken to kindergarten at the tender age of 5️⃣ & spent your day
with children you thought were cute & ugly at the same time. You did not care about they looked; you played with them, anyway. You found peculiar kids, like kids who abhor other children. This often leads to those juveniles detesting youths as adults. Those youngsters were naturally around grown-ups. You were not too fond of them as they were dismissive & insulting.
You saw Jewish youngsters, Palestinian immigrants, kids of those e~~~~migrants, Haitian juniors, Afghan tots, and youths of ISIS that had to be moved to the U.S. To avoid misfortunes.
You saw Mexicans, Cherokees, and Caucasians like yourself, along with Nigerians black youngsters with blue eyes due to ocular albinism, a type of albinism that only occurs in the eyes, making **entirely African** kid's eyes blue as _blue eyes do not have to have pigmentation to be blue._
_Unsurprisingly,_ your neighborhood had a lot of _settlers_ from other nations. You always wondered why European kids were _weirded out_ to see newborns with brown eyes; it turns out white babies are _naturally_ & _commonly_ born with _blue eyes_ that change; other races like _Black, Latinx, & Asian_ do not typically have blue eyes when born & are born with brown eyes which do not change colors when they get older because brown eyes have high amounts of _pigmentation,_ which very typically does not change over the years & is it uncommon for brown eyes to go through drastic changes. You learned this in Kindergarten.
Those _white_ youngsters would be _confused_ about why **_black_** _newborns_ were born with _brown eyes,_ only to find it was because of their _ethnicity._
You were coloring as your kindergarten teacher taught you new & fun things like his water could "Die" & be undrinkable. You suddenly heard a bang on the school window, looked up, and saw a strange unknown man. You are concerned, who is this? Indeed not David; David is Black! This guy's a white guy! You were suddenly confused & discombobulated. This man is not David, so who is he? A lot of wondering thoughts, primarily awful, ran through your psyche. You instantly knew it was a killer.
You saw him and quickly ran _0️⃣ff_, then you saw him in the school hallway. He ran at you at full speed. You called out to the principal, who ran out & was quickly shot & injured by the man!
You ditched the whole school, and the man chased _YOU._ You are **five** & running from an adult school shooter who does **_not_** go to your school or work at your school!
You _tripped_ & _fell._ The man picks you up & held a gun to your **childish cheeks.** With a gun to your face, on your left cheek, you are quickly pulled into his car, crying.
The man drove you to a large, empty field 5️⃣0️⃣ miles away from your school. He dragged you by your legs out of the car & into the area. You are looking up at the ceiling of the vehicle as you suddenly see it slide away up above you while you feel your back rubbing against the seat, bumping the car along with your fragile baby head, and then you think sharp grass under you, giving you a paper cut.
You sob _hysterically_ and you feel a hole touch the back of your head; you are sitting on your knee, so you have no idea what it is because no holes are around. The whole felt metallic, like a tube being forced onto the back f your head. It did think very similarly to when the gun barrel touched your cheek.
You, my dear Maria, are pretty traumatized! You ask, "What's on the back of m head?!"
The man asks, _"Who are you talkin' to?!"_ You say, "I just asked a **question!"** **_Suddenly,_** the man's arm _swings_ from your head, causing the gun to appear from behind your head and slam you in the face with a _fully loaded gun_ and his _finger on the trigger._
You get up & run away as the man chases you. You hear him getting closer to you. He is gaining on you. You feel his hands scratching at you to touch you.
You feel a sudden tug; you can think that someone touched your shirt without him even touching your skin. You fly backward as you think of the horrid fear & adrenaline you do not enjoy of being pulled back in the air toward The man.
The police came, the man drops you & you are left sobbing.
To be continued.