Hello, My Name is Peter.
At the age of 1year 6months 2days I had to leave the earth.
I would like to share my story as a victim of abuse in hopes that you will be touched and help save another child from suffering the same fate as me. Maybe if you saw abuse through the eyes of a child, you might find it in your heart to help stop it.
This is my story …
I don’t really remember my life on earth, it all feels like was a dream….a nightmare really and I finally woke up. It was filled with monsters, lies and pain.
I was born on March 1st, 2006. I never knew what this world would have in store for me and I would not have guessed. I lived with my mommy and daddy in Haringey, London.
June, 2006
My mommy began dating a man she met at a pub, my daddy left our home. I guess this is where everything began to change for the worst.
Soon after, the bruises started appearing. I was taken to the hospital many times, with bruising all over my little body. For some reason though my mummy would always say I fell. I don’t know why. I didn’t fall, she knows the truth but I don’t understand why she tried to hide it. My mummy and my stepdaddy weren’t the only people who knew. Social workers saw that I was being injured but nothing was never ever done to protect me. My voice remained silent in their ears because I was so small. Maybe if they had taken the time to listen to the words I couldn’t say they would have done more to help me.
Before Christmas, 2006 I was taken from my mummy. I thought maybe I had a chance to make it. That I wouldn’t be another soul lost in this confusion.
It wasn’t long though till I was sent back by my mummy. The hurt continued.
I remember my first birthday. My stepdaddy was hugging me and kept me on his lap. No one knew but me the real reason why. He was trying to keep people from seeing the owies I had. People saw I was sad; I didn’t even get to play with my presents. I didn’t know until I came to Heaven that, that was not how birthdays were supposed to be.
I remember once my daddy kept me from my mummy. He was scared that something was going to happen. But mummy called the police; they made him give me back. I cried and screamed. I didn’t want to go back by my mummy, I wanted to be safe, and I wanted to stay with my daddy where there was no hurting. I needed to feel love, I needed to be safe.
But my wants and my needs were ignored.
I can still remember what my stepdaddy would do to me. He would hold me in the air then drop me to the floor. It hurt so bad. He wouldn’t stop there, he would hold my legs and swing me and let me hit what ever was there. There was so much pain. I couldn’t fight him off, he was too big. He would only laugh when I cried. He would slice off my finger tips and pull out my little nails with pliers. He would make me kneel in front him for more pain but I couldn’t. When I didn’t he would pick me up and toss me around. It hurt so badly but crying didn’t make it better. He would kick me and bite my head. He even let his doggies bite my head.
My stepdaddy wasn’t the only person to hurt me. Another man did too. Two against one, that’s not fair.
I thought my mummy loved me but even if she did, she didn’t help me. She would be in front of the computer instead of helping me. I would often look in her direction hoping she would help me….but she didn’t. I wondered if I was bad, if she really loved me.
Did I do something to hurt her so much that she would let them hurt me?
At night I was thrown into my crib and there I would lie there crying for someone to help me, to do something. I was left in a filled diaper for days but no one came. No one helped me. Those nights I wished I had a bigger voice, that I could scream for help and people would listen. That I could fight him off, and I could leave but I was too little.
Like it always does the bad got worse.
One day my stepdaddy had me across his knees. He was watching Television and smirking. I was scared. He was playing with me as if I was a doll. Then I heard a loud snap and I felt pain, so much pain I screamed with all I could for it to stop. I screamed so hard. He had snapped my spine in two. I was already hurting, now the pain was unbearable.
Later I went for a walk with me stepdaddy but I couldn’t even stand up. I kept falling over.
The last time I saw the social workers I was hurting so much. It was days before I went to Heaven. My mummy covered my owies with chocolate so they wouldn’t see the bruises. She gave me a biscuit and left me in my cot. When I saw her those whose job it is to protect me, I smiled. Even with my broken back, broken ribs and hurting everywhere. I smiled at her but she didn’t help me. The last thing I heard her say was “If you’re taking him out later, make sure you wash his face. It’s a disgrace.”
August 1st, 2007
My mummy took me to the doctor. I knew right there, that this was my last chance to be heard. I tried to make the doctor listen, for her to help me, to do something but she didn’t. She didn’t see my broken ribs, my broken back nothing.
August 2nd, 2007
I was left in my room, all alone. Then my stepdaddy came in and squeezed my fingertips. I waited for the pain but it didn’t come. I couldn’t feel it. I didn’t have the strength in me to scream for help. He hit me in my head but I still couldn’t feel it.
August 3rd, 2007
I was crying, I was crying because I was hurting and no one was listening. I had been left in the same diaper for days. I was crying to because I was hurting inside. Not my broken spine or the pain all over my body, I was hurting in my heart. There the worse pain of all was kept. It hurt so much.
I was crying when I heard my stepdaddy come and say “I’ll sort it”. I was scared and I kept crying for my mummy. He came into my room and I went silent. He punched me so hard in my mouth I swallowed my tooth.
The pain was too much and I couldn’t hold on any longer when I felt arms hold me. It was an Angel. She held me in my arms and wiped away my tears. She told me “Precious baby, it is time for you to leave this place,”. I was waiting for the pain because that was all I knew but it didn’t come. I felt something else, something I never felt before. Love.
She took me to Heaven where there is no pain, no tears, no black and blue on my skin, no hurt. There is only happiness, love and laughter. I was not the only child there though. I have many friends. Some younger than me and who have felt pain like mine. In Heaven I feel safe, I could smile now and run I got back my childhood. The one I lost on earth.
Even though I am in a safe place now, I could still hear the cries of children on earth. I see people who know what is happening but they don’t do anything about it. Is it because they are scared? Do they ever wonder how we must feel living in a nightmare where real monsters cause us pain?
We can’t fight those monsters but you can. By reporting the abuse, by doing something you are giving us a chance.
It seems everyday I get a new friend in Heaven. Why?
This is my plea, to please Stop the Abuse and report it. Please do something to help us. We can’t do this on our own. We need you. Please, help us.
Please become the voice today,
Angel Peter
2006 - 2007
P.S There is one thing everyone must remember
Child Abuse Kills and
Death is Forever
An Autopsy later revealed Peter had severe cuts on his head caused by either a dog or human bite. He had bruises all over his body. Peter had bleeding on his spine with that was 48 hours old. He had blackened finger and toenails nails. One finger was missing a nail and the skin had been stripped.
He had eight broken ribs that were 1-2 weeks old. Skin was missing from the top of his tongue and lips caused by a blow. The skin between his upper lip and gum was torn and his tooth had been knocked out. Don’t let his life and fight be in vain. We all must do something to help save a child from suffering the same fate. )
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