Warning: Black eyed kids are out. I was taken and still feel the horror. You need to be warned. [deleted]

Hi. This is a throwaway account. I haven’t posted here before and am taking the risk of posting this now because I think you all need to be warned. I’m not sure how long I’ll leave this account up.<br><br><br><br>I was taken when I was 7. I was in my bedroom, watching television. My mom thought that I had gone to sleep and left my door open. I woke up to two kids, both of who were about my age. I didn’t think it was odd, I assumed they were neighborhood kids I had never met and were playing with me. <br><br>They were...intense. They didn’t smile and had black eyes. I still thought it was OK, I just thought they were very serious. They told me they wanted to be friends. They soon became my only friends but I wasn't allowed to talk to anyone else. I was barely verbal at that point and only my mom could understand me. I didn’t realize soon enough but...these weren’t normal kids. The other kids all liked me. They were all...different. <br><br>I had blacked out and couldn’t remember anything between the ages of 7-18. I was told by my mom it was because of the seizures. I had hundreds as a child. Not a lot after my surgery. My mom told me there was something wrong with my brain and that I had to have surgery. She kept saying that my brain wasieme stupid and that I would be stupid. I hated myself for a long time after that. I just assumed everyone else was smarter than me and that I was a disappointment to everyone. <br><br>The seizures stopped soon after I was married. My mom was upset but my husband was happy. He...was there for me my whole life. I thought he was my best friend as a kid. He is a good man. <br><br>My mom was in a car accident 2 years ago. She died a week later. I was...she was the only person in my life who ever made me feel like I was nothing. I was glad she was gone but she left me a note. The note was all in black ink. I couldn’t read it. I asked my husband to read it. <br><br>“I know you have...feelings. It was supposed to help you. We were trying to make it better. You are broken.” <br><br>My husband asked me to go to therapy. I have been going for 2 years but but my dad has been showing up. My Black eyed dad. Not the one I thought was my dad but the one who took me...he didn’t look old. He looked like he was in his 20s. He wants to see me. He wants to talk to me and take care of me. <br><br>My husband is unhappy and he wants us to go away. My husband is in my Black eyed family. My...he doesn’t count. I don’t love him and I don’t want him anymore. I’m going to leave with my real dad. I’m going to leave him and take care of...myself... <br><br>But...you need to be warned. My dad’s eyes are black. My mom’s eyes are black. My husband’s eyes are black. If you see them...you are in danger. Don’t look in their eyes. Do you ever feel like you are stupid? Do you ever feel like you are nothing?<br><br>Just be careful around people. You don’t know what they want or what they think...you can never know what people are thinking. Do you feel stupid? Do you feel like you are nothing?<br><br>I think...I’m going to stop posting now. Goodbye.<br><br>EDIT: Someone gave me gold. Thank you but I’m not here for gold. I just wanted to warn people. I don’t know how long this will stay up so I think I’m done. :)