I was 2. I was at my dads house and he was staring at me with angry eyes. My step mother just died. He's become a drunk abusive. (I didn't even know I remembered this till I started) he slapped me very hard. On my birthday, my dad pinned me to the driveway with nails plastered in my hands and feet. I sat there helpless. I couldn't feel the pain cause I was unable too. He got in his BMW and started it up. He pushed the pedal hard. He stopped about less than an inch from me. He ran over my right arm. I screamed and squirmed. Herman over my left leg. Then he ran over half of my rib cage. I screamed and passed out. I woke up seeing blurred people with guns. I saw the neighbor staring at my bloody body. The last I saw was a cop coming towards me. Then everything was dark.

That's what I remember. My mom tells me this part.

They call her with a panicking message. I was kidnapped by my father when I was 4 months old. They pull the nails out of my limbs slowly. The left side of my stomach was ripped and flattened. So was my right arm and left leg. They picked me up carefully. When I got to the hospital. They hooked me up. I wasn't blinking. I wasn't breathing. Then, the line went dead. They tried to help me of course. I was dead for 56 minutes, but they revived me, by putting blood in and using the shocky thing doctors use they went to 600 power. They didn't replace my bones till I was 3 and a half. I was in that hospital for 2 years with 24/7 care. I wan in a coma for that long actually. They replaced my bones with metal poles. They really could do much since I was so young. They would've waited but I was in a too bad condition for that. I got out and didn't walk till I was 6