My number was 9- but I'll give you 5

 #1

 I've feared being murdered for as long as I can remember.

When I was in 2nd grade, there was a day that our class had to practice emergency procedures by calling 911. Police officers set up a table in our classroom, and had us kids use a prop phone to practice calling for help.  All the classmates did great, called 911, asked for help, gave them their name and address, and hung up the phone when they were told it was safe. When it was my turn, I SCREAMED on the phone, yelling that someone was in the house, and coming towards my room. "HELP ME, HELP ME! NOBODY'S HELPING! He's going to KILL me! He broke down my door! He got me." I started crying and they had to yank the phone from me and bring me into another room. I looked at the man that had been talking to me on the other end of the phone. I said, "You know this is pointless, I would have been dead before you got there."

 I would elaborate more but these are SUPPOSE to be short facts. Whoops!  

#2

 I was a VERY misunderstood child.

From Kindergarten through 5th grade, I was redundantly tested for cognitive and behavioral function status. This was prompted a concern because it was clear I was in my own world ALL.THE.TIME. I was monitored in and out of class because they thought something might have been wrong with me. HOURS and HOURS of testing for YEARS. At the time, it didn't bother me, nor did I know I was the only one being tested. No one could find anything intellectually wrong when they met with me one on one. Still, in the classroom, I was oblivious to my surroundings, and my grades were near failing. The last test was suppose to be held at a different location and I had an appointment to go. At the last minute, the 5 hour test was cancelled. They concluded that there was nothing more they could find. I was a mystery. And that was that.

#3

I was told I would die within the week in 2009.

I was admitted into the hospital for having 5 abscesses in my abdomen in 2009. These abscesses had grown so large and were killing me quickly. I was 55 pounds, walking with a cane, and was going to college full time to keep from losing my health insurance. I was also living alone. It was a miracle I survived. Although, in anger, I almost left the hospital because I wanted to be at home with my dog, Taffy, when I died. This was the day my mother started smoking again. She had quit years prior when she found out she had cancer. I have a dry erase calender board on my fridge. This is the same one I had in 2009, before I moved into my current house. There is only ONE thing written in the corner of  calender and that is a short message to my parents. I wrote it there so they could easily find it when I died. I needed them to see this message and I have never erased it.

#4

I have moved 17 times (not including short term placements) from 2004-2011.

I haven't lived with my parents since September 2nd, 2004 because I was placed in the States' custody. In 2005, I was placed in Boys and Girls Town in St. James, Missouri. Although I was told I would only be there for 2 weeks, I was left there for nearly a year. During the first few months I was in a lock-down cottage. My room was no bigger than a walk-in closet. I had a small cot to sleep in with the luxury of a 2x4 barred window. The room locked from the outside, and the lights were also controlled from outside the door. A camera was placed in the upper corner inside my room. During my entire stay, I had countless violent altercations with others. We had designated chairs for us to sit, according to our room number. When someone else wanted to sit in my chair, I was dragged across the floor by my hair, crying for help, as one of the case managers watched without action. That was my FIRST DAY there. I got in several fist fights, prompted by other girls. I had a ceramic mug shattered in my face, completely unprovoked by a fellow resident. I felt like I was in a LIVING HELL. I have memories about this place that people would be SHOCKED to hear about. Though I must say, I ended up meeting some amazing people while I was there. Mostly staff members, some of whom I still talk to. I will forever be grateful for what they have done for me. They may not even realize it, but they were my saving grace, in what I felt was a hell hole.

* I have heard this facility is not the same as it once was, when I was there.

#5

I'm a realist and have had problems with being TOO honest at the wrong times.

My Kindergarten bus driver was a very nice, young lady. When I got on the bus one day, my lady driver was crying. She said that it was her birthday and her daughter had just been taken away. I didn't know anything else about her situation. I felt very sad for her, and decided I would make her a birthday card from a piece of paper in my backpack. Some of my friends on the bus did the same. This is what I wrote, "Happy Birthday! I don't want you to be sad and I'm sorry your day is starting off so bad. I hope it gets better later in the day, but it probably won't."

*I STILL feel bad about writing that.

If anyone actually wants to hear the rest, just let me know! Although, I don't blame you if you fall asleep before getting though the first fact/story! I felt I needed to give some detail to each one for you to understand. I had to stop at 5 because as you can clearly see, this was becoming a novel. So here is a sliver of the pie!  

After further review, I am deciding to add a SHORT #6 ;)

  

   Samantha Wright-O'Brien is my best friend and the sister I never had.

 She is my rock and my lifeline. Love you Samanity.