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I'm not necessarily glorifying it, but this started out as Frisk, but then I remembered something. The most I ever hurt another human being, another child, was with a pair of scissors. It wasn't really even my fault, my older foster sister flopped down on the couch where I had accidentally left a pair of scissors. I was so scared because there was a lot of blood, so I ran out and hid in the neighbor's yard, not really crying, but shaking a whole lot. There were police out looking for me so it must have been some time I was hiding, but I felt no relief from the adults when I finally crawled out from the boat I was hiding under and went back into the house. Even the police officer said nothing about it.

It was entirely inadvertent, but she needed six stitches, and the foster mother who formally treated me kindly started looking at me as if I had struck out with the scissors to intentionally harm her daughter. She treated me like I was a hurtful mean child who wanted to hurt her kids and the other foster children. Suffice to say, I had a new foster home a week later.

I wasn't a good kid, I recognize that now, but at the same time, I was a child. I know I burned more bridges than I can say, but, honestly, what kind of world do we live in where we can condemn an 8-11 year old child to the kinds of things I went through? I never intentionally hurt anyone, I always did my chores, I never talked back, but sometimes, sometimes...things like this would happen, and I acted inappropriately. I feel a strong connection to Chara, because I can understand the anger towards humans that I might have developed had I been in Chara's situation.

I always wore shorts and an oversized hoodie at this foster home. They only kept me for 4 months, three of which were over summer.

Description
I'm not necessarily glorifying it, but this started out as Frisk, but then I remembered something. The most I ever hurt another human being, another child, was with a pair of scissors. It wasn't really even my fault, my older foster sister flopped down on the couch where I had accidentally left a pair of scissors. I was so scared because there was a lot of blood, so I ran out and hid in the neighbor's yard, not really crying, but shaking a whole lot. There were police out looking for me so it must have been some time I was hiding, but I felt no relief from the adults when I finally crawled out from the boat I was hiding under and went back into the house. Even the police officer said nothing about it.

It was entirely inadvertent, but she needed six stitches, and the foster mother who formally treated me kindly started looking at me as if I had struck out with the scissors to intentionally harm her daughter. She treated me like I was a hurtful mean child who wanted to hurt her kids and the other foster children. Suffice to say, I had a new foster home a week later.

I wasn't a good kid, I recognize that now, but at the same time, I was a child. I know I burned more bridges than I can say, but, honestly, what kind of world do we live in where we can condemn an 8-11 year old child to the kinds of things I went through? I never intentionally hurt anyone, I always did my chores, I never talked back, but sometimes, sometimes...things like this would happen, and I acted inappropriately. I feel a strong connection to Chara, because I can understand the anger towards humans that I might have developed had I been in Chara's situation.

I always wore shorts and an oversized hoodie at this foster home. They only kept me for 4 months, three of which were over summer.