My life...or something like it16:51 Feb 10 2006
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I was born January 4, 1985, in Richland Memorial Hospital, in Kentucky. I was born to a Joanne Drozd and Robert Sargent. I was the second of a set of identical twins. Irony would have it that I was the still born. 3 minutes later, my sister, Kansas Marie was dead, and I was screaming. When my mother went into labor it was a nice sunny day...when I was born there was 8 inches of snow on the ground. I was the months premature, had liver and kidney failure, and under developed lungs. I was kept in the hospital for around 6 months in an incubtor. My mother was told that I would never come home.
I was taken to the hospital ever other day for another 6 months for shots and a check up. When I was 3 months old...my father, took my mother and I to a cabin up in the Kentucky mountains. There he abadoned us.
After that my mother and I moved to Flordia. It was me and her till I was about 3. Then I lived with my grandmother and saw my mom maybe once every 3 months. She was traveling with her work. This she did till I was 5. Then we moved into an apartment complex. When I was six, I went to the pond behind the complex and saw my first dead man. He has drowned himself.
In April, the week before Easter, I was outside playing jumprope with my Polish grandfater. I loved him. That night, he hugged me, told me he loved me and sent me to bed. About 3 am, I woke to find my grandma screaming, a helicopter in the yard, and alot of ppl in odd outfits putting someone on a stretcher. No one told me what was happening. I was taken from my grandma and put into a police car, given a teddy bear, and taken to the hospital. No one would tell what was going on. My mom was in Kentucy again. I was put into a booth with a nurse that gave me stickers and played with me. I had no idea what was going on. Then 3 days later, I noticed a casket. People were crying. I didn't understand why my grandfather wasn't joking or holding my hand.
That night, I went to sleep and got to say goodbye to my grandfather. He came to my dream, hugged me, told me not to cry and to watch out for everyone. I was a big girl now. I said good bye to him for the final time.
After that my mom and I moved to South Carolina. There she married a man named David Carty. Worst descion she ever made. The next 5 years where torture for me as well as for her. I was abused. She was as well. I was young, i was scared. I had bruises, cuts, and was mentally damaged. I would come home and find my mom crumpled on the floor. David would be drinking. I would start crying and he would hit me with whatever he found. I believed him when he told me that if i told anyone he would kill my mom. I lived those 5 years of torture in an agonizing silence.
After that, I was sent to psychiartists, put on pills, and almost sent to a mental hospital.
My mom remarried in June of 1995, to a Jimmie. She has been with him for 11 years. I don't like him as much as I should. he too has put us through hell. We have holes in the walls, and a few broken items. I have listened to them fight alot.
In 1997 I got my first horse. I have had her since then. In the winter of 98, i went to the hospital due to a fractured collar bone. I didn't tell anyone till 3 weeks later. The pain had become so bad that I finally broke down and told someone that I got hurt. When I arrived at the doctor's they had to rebreak my bone then set it. Talk about pain ful.
In 1999, the best thing happened to me. I met my best friend Amy. We have been together through thick and thin. ITs funny. I met her after my second horse related injury. I had been dragged through trees, and thorns. The right side of my face had been serverly damaged. The right side of my body as well.
In 2000, I ran my first horse race and won against all odds. That is one of my fondest memories. In 2003, I was killed.
I was thrown from my horse on to an asphalt road and trampled. I suffered from a fractured skull, hemmorages, cuncussions, and internal bleeding, plus many other added injuries.
I was revived and in a coma for 2 days. When I woke, I was alone in a hospital with no memory of what happened. When my nurse entered, I attacked her. I was scared. I ripped my ivs out..bit the nurse. I almost was strapped to the bed.
I was sent home on the 3rd day. I was not able to be in light for almost 2 months. No sun for 4. I didn't eat 2 months. I was weak. I went into a blood frenzy when I got to where I could move. I found a "boyfriend" just so I could feed. I would cut him...scratch him..sometimes just to watch the red swell up. I would do this to myself as well.
I am able to control myself better.
I am going to complete this in more detail at a later date
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