Im trying to weite a story,but dont know if its good i need advice.

Row Boats 3 The child It started at such an early age, the voices the torture every part of my #life was influenced from that moment. The moment it first happened. "Im scared" I said as the preacher man took off his clothes and replaced them with a red robe that matched the specked carpet. "Just be quiet like a good girl" he'd say over and over as tears welled up in my eyes. My dreams my wishes all fell at that moment when his big hands took and took everything from me. Every moment was like a thousand every tear was like an ocean. Every scream was silent. God wasn't there the clouds were so far away and the birds fell from the sky into hell. The torture never stopped it just got worse like daggers digging deeper into flesh. The memories faded days started to blur and weeks and months and years. The torture never stopping the demons taking all I had. The horror story just beginning.

Row Boats 2 I started off as a child curious trying to find my place in a world I'd never understand. Everything was a mystery from the dirt and insects in the ground to the setting sun. My eyes took it all in hoping one day I could ride above the clouds, but some dreams don't come true. I never flew above the sky. There were times I felt I was, but in reality my dream turned into a nightmare. It all started in kindergarten it was my first day. First time in a private school or any school at all. They said they were Christians that they knew God. As a child I believed them. The words they said made me trust them until they stole my purity from me. They ripped out my soul and sold it to the devil when it wasn't theirs to give. I was raped and beaten by pastors and preaches and the men that talked to God. The God of the clouds. Soon my dream had become a nightmare and no longer was I in the clouds. The ground consumed me and I was so deep. I was in hell. Now I sit on a couch telling a woman I hardly know what happened. I say "my name is Samantha. I'm 15 years old". I tell her facts that don't matter because the nightmare inside is to much to handle for anyone else but me.

Row Boats Once a person asked to tell my #life story. I told them the normal things like my name is Samantha I was born in Minnesota. I have four sisters . but those are just facts. They aren't part of the story. So if I were to tell my story it'd start off with a little girl hiding under her bed not knowing how she got there. Not knowing why there was warm blood on her hands or the smell of burning flesh. The world was suddenly in front of her. As she reached for it it shattered across the wood floor. Suddenly the bed turned into a bench the floor turned into red specked carpet and he future turned into a robed man who forced her to her feet. She would never own her soul. And her future was not hers to decide. There her destiny was in the form of blood on her hands a bed over her head and the horrific smell of burning flesh. This is my story. It's the story of a child, a monster, and a witch. This story is a horror story.

Churches Churches pastors People they trusted Kids cradles People they loved Fell from there beds And onto the dead To die a thousand times more. Hurt by the churches and pastors Begging to die once more Please put us out of our misery When you already took our purity In the house you claim is the lord