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it all started when little diana was 5 yrs old, when her mother Elaine remarried to mike. it all seem good enough, for the first yr. one day, in the early morning diana was awaked by loud noises coming from the living room, when she went downstairs she witnessed her mother being choked by mike. in an instance jordan flew over to his mothers resue but there was nothing he could do as he was slapped across the face. when mike let go he demanded for dinner and went into the room.

the next day, mike came home with flowers and toys for the kids, " im so sorry, this would never happen again" he said

but it would happen again and again untill elaine was hospitalized more than once. and even then, the horror didnt stop there. there was something seriously wrong with Mike. when he was growing up his childhood was no where normal, he was beat, mistreated, molested, and malnourished. he never recieved the help he needed, his mantality was that he was a bad child and got exactly what he deserved. he felt it was his duty to pass his learned behavior down to Elaines and her family and thats exactly what he did.

to him they were his slaves. whatever he wanted, it happened. his thing wasnt to be with Elaine, but her children the whole time. first thing was first to get rid of her first.

his fetish was touching little diana at first, then raping her. she couldnt understand why he would do this as she would cry out in pain, depressed at the age of seven.

she nor her brother went to school, no one came for them, they were slaves, sex slaves, work slaves, dashboard slaves. it was never quite clear why her mother never helped her, or did she even know.

the checks her mother got went to feed his drug habit. one day when he left to go cop, diana pain worsen, her mother turned on her.

" you're the reason he hates us! you're stupid!" she looked worn out with burises all over her tampered body, her bathrobe was dingy and hanging off her frail body

" you want to take my place, she screamed, " she snatched up the little girl and brought her to the kitchen, " you see this knife," she waved the knife in diana's face. and then it happened

her mother right in front of her slit her wrist, and began to laugh and cry at the dame time.

diana afraid ran back into her room. an hour later Mike came in her room, " you stupid little girl what did you do to her" he grabbed diana by hair and hit her across the face . she went slamming into the wall. accompained by Mike was his drugie buddie Dave, " take her," Mike said " do what u want with her, shes worthless, ill get her later"

of course what her mother did was suicide, mike had his story straight, the cops didnt know about little diana, they were in a new town no family around. for evey question they asked mike had an answer. " she was depressed and would hurt herself, she didnt want help, i tried" and that was it. 

the home dave took her to wasnt no ordiinary house, the room was filled with junkies, and people passed out laying in their own urine. the smell there was more than any normal person to bear, but no one there was nomal. they were all animals. that day, was beyond any normal persons understanding, at seven years old she was passed around like a wet tissue, to these hungry dirty people. did they understand what they was doing to her, did little diana derseve what she got? no she didnt.

apparently Mike owed money, and used little diana to pay it off, he didnt care as long as he got his drugs it was alright.

this happened often through out the years of living with mike, he was her whore, a prositute when he didnt have money. dirty men liked it though, at 12 she was tender, and sweet looking. why havent no one noticed. maybe because they were always moving, when someone would smell the dirt in the air, they would leave without a trace.

after a while she got used to it, the drugs she tooked numbed her pain, when she didnt want any more of it that was her remedy. when mike died of a drug overdose, her only choice, she believed was to continue to do what she knew best, and to support her drug habit. 

she never had love, except her mothers love before she turned. "y doesnt anyone love me?" she said as she looked in the mirror crying, " i jus want the pain to stop, it hurts so bad." 

those were the last words she said, she felt it was her end and like mother like daughter she slit her wrist.