Please help me
...had a child with teeth like mines, she would give it away. She said a whole lot more, but those are the words that play over and over in my head. Those are the kind of words that have taken a toll on my mind. I remember my aunt showing me my mother’s graduation picture. She placed her hand over my mother’s smile and said that we looked just alike. I remember riding home with my mother last December and talking about Christmas. She told me my aunt was going to get me a teeth organizer for Christmas. I laughed to disguise the hurt I felt, but I really wanted to jump out of the car and kill myself. I remember being called T-Rex in middle school. I remember my cousin and his friend making fun of me, telling me that I had a pretty smile. I remember my little sister taking a picture of me with my mouth open without me realizing it, and then putting it in her photo album for everyone to see. Last summer, I assisted an English professor with a writing workshop for kids. The kids didn’t respect me though. They told me that I had dogteeth and drew a picture to show everybody. I took a picture of my teeth with my cousin’s camera phone to see what everyone else saw when they looked at me. I wanted to see why everyone hated me so much. When I saw my teeth, I hurriedly deleted the picture. I never wanted to see that image again, but I can’t make the pain go away by pushing a button. I wish I had the courage to pull the trigger of a gun, but I don’t. The worst part about my pain is that no one knows that I am hurting. No one knows the effect their words have on me. No one knows that I ask God to take me away every night. No one sees me sitting on the floor in my room crying silently because I don’t want anyone to hear me. They don’t see my body trembling. No one notices when I close my eyes at school for a very long time, wanting to die and make the pain go away. No one knows why I don’t like to stand up in class and give presentations. No one knows that they have killed Tameca McClain, and they won’t ever know. They won’t ever go on trial for taking my life. They won’t ever stand before a judge for torturing me first, and then killing me. I used to think that God would punish them for the way they treated me and that everything would work out for me if I had faith. I thought that the devil was trying to test my love for God like he did Job in the bible. I used to think that I was being persecuted like Jesus because I was different, but even He had twelve friends. I went to the dentist two years ago. The dentist told me that I c...