"My name is Chelsea Lewallen, and I am a survivor.
To you, and to the world I am nothing more than a delinquent child, arsonist and murderer for the simple act of burning my house down while my parents were still inside. I won't lie and say I didn't do that, because I did. But, give me the chance to tell you why. Because only in our society are the victims punished for fighting back and the abusers seen as the innocent party.585Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡptbfqm0OpV
For fourteen years I suffered at the hand of parents who saw me as nothing more than an object, not a person or child, but as a possession, and one that they did not want at that. I was an only child, which I could say was a blessing simply so that no other would suffer in the way that I had.
The night of the fire was the night my father would sneak into my room for the last time. It would be the last time I was told I deserved everything I was given, the last time I would be subject to beatings by a mother who loved only men and alcohol, and the last time that I would be a victim.
I had tried to run before, but the police always brought me back. A five-year-old can't run very far, and and a twelve year old can't live long on the streets before returning home to the place where food and a bed were available, even if it was hell on earth.
I don't know why I decided fire, it must have been an idea i got as I ate breakfast, watching my father smoke his cigarette, blowing the smoke into my face. I did my best not to cough;he wanted the cigarettes, not me. They were useful, I wasn't.
I remember seeing something on TV where gasoline was used to fuel a fire, so I snuck out to the garage, grabbing the gas canister my father had, it was almost empty, but there was still enough left over from the last time I mowed grass to be of use for my plan.
I took the matches from the kitchen, poured the gas on the old front porch, right in front of the door, then making a small trail to the porch steps. I called for my parents as loud as possible. They came to the front door, stepping onto the front porch, cursing my name. I smiled at them, and told them what I had been told for many years.
"You deserve this." Then I dropped the match.
So yes, I did kill my parents, because I am a survivor."
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