Subway Monologue

This book is my attempt to quiet the voices in my head, and put them into a chronological story. This book may confuse some, but keep in mind that this is a very confusing world, and to put it into words is stressful. In order to completely understand what this was like for me, you would’ve had to have been there, experiencing these events alongside me, and since I was alone, I’ve done my best to describe what it felt like to live through those years. I used to believe that once I’d written everything down, every answer to every question that I kept in my head would be answered. I thought the answer would find me, or that I would find it. I assumed it would be obvious. I thought I just wasn’t seeing it, that it was hidden in plain sight. However, I’ve learned different.

I chose to write this book because I needed to see things for myself. I wrote this book to tell everyone that I wasn’t a victim, or a prisoner. I don’t want revenge anymore, but I do believe that these people should be held accountable for what they did to that eleven year old boy…me. I want to tell everyone about what happened
For one person to tell their story, there are thousands who don’t. Every year, more than 3 million reports of child abuse are made in the United States, involving more than 6 million children. A report is made about every ten seconds, and a single report can include multiple children. Referrals to state child protective services involve 6.3 million children, and around 3 million of those are subject to an investigation. The United States holds one of the worst records amongst industrialize nations—losing on average between four and seven children each day to child abuse and neglect. In 2012, state agencies identified an estimated 1,640 children who’ve died as a result of child abuse and neglect were two years of age or younger. More than eighty percent were not yet old enough for