A Child Called "It" (Dave Pelzer, #1)

by Dave Pelzer

It is so important for them to know that I’m not a bad boy. I want so much to be liked, to be loved.

Breaks my heart

Mother had even stopped using my name; referring to me only as The Boy.

Sometimes at night I would wake up and try to imagine I was a real person, sleeping under a warm electric blanket, knowing I was safe and that somebody loved me. My imagination worked for awhile, but the cold nights always brought me back to my reality. I knew no one could help me. Not my teachers, my so-called brothers or even Father. I was on my own, and every night I prayed to God that I could be strong both in body and soul.