Luka Magnotta
30.08.2012 um 21:39Schrecklich wenn's wirklich so gewesen ist.
By Citizen Correspondent Luka Magnotta
Date Posted: 05/21/07
My name is Luka Magnotta. My brother,sister and I lead a fairly happy life. I had
very loving maternal grandparants and they took care of me better then any
parant ever could. My own parants always had a lot of problems. I was happy
though, until age 13. My parants had recently divorced, my father had alot of
addiction problems to alcohol and drugs and was hospitalized. My mother was
always a good-hearted person; she was just lost. She found a boyfriend and
quickly tried to pass this “man” off as our father. He very swiftly manipulated
her and started to control her. I first remember moving out of my grandparants
home and into the apartment my mother rented with him. I was laying in bed and
it was morning, I told my mother I didn’t want to get up to go to school. Next
thing I know, I was dragged out of bed, I remember the feeling I experienced
when I saw him put his fist to my face and watched the veins pop out of his
druken face. I was petrified; he through me into the wall and I noticed my
flawless face had blood dripping from my nose. I was horrified. My mother
quietly came in and told me to get ready for school.
I was a 13-year-old boy and I could not believe this alcoholic and convicted
criminal was living with us and my mother allowed this to happen.
She could have easily have asked him to leave, but never did and that’s the
question I always wonder: why? How would she live with such fear and
unhappiness? How could she live with a man who abused her children? My little
sister was eight years old and I remember her going to the kitchen before
suppertime. She had a pink dress, blond hair and a red bow in it. T he cutest. He
came storming in and I never saw a child so scared in my life. He literally kicked
her in the behind repeatedly until she fell and couldn’t walk.
I felt so guilty for not being able to do anything. I did call the childrens aid
society and police on many occasions but my mother and him manipulated them
into believing us children were bad kids. T he security guard in our building
befriended me and knew what was going on but he ended up sexually assulting
me and so i felt so helpless. I was told over and over agian that “if I told I would
be leaving that apartment in a body bag.”
For the next few months, I went from being popular in school, to being a reject
and an outcast. I became so withdrawn. I told friends and they promised never
to tell. I just wanted it to stop and I cried and criend and wished every night for it
to stop…why would my mother allow this monster to harm her babies? WHY ?
THe beatings, getting thrown into the wall, the punches the emotional and
mental abuse were worse then the bruises.
https://skydrive.live.com/?cid=282b6155e318ae58&id=282B6155E318AE58!3919
By Citizen Correspondent Luka Magnotta
Date Posted: 05/21/07
My name is Luka Magnotta. My brother,sister and I lead a fairly happy life. I had
very loving maternal grandparants and they took care of me better then any
parant ever could. My own parants always had a lot of problems. I was happy
though, until age 13. My parants had recently divorced, my father had alot of
addiction problems to alcohol and drugs and was hospitalized. My mother was
always a good-hearted person; she was just lost. She found a boyfriend and
quickly tried to pass this “man” off as our father. He very swiftly manipulated
her and started to control her. I first remember moving out of my grandparants
home and into the apartment my mother rented with him. I was laying in bed and
it was morning, I told my mother I didn’t want to get up to go to school. Next
thing I know, I was dragged out of bed, I remember the feeling I experienced
when I saw him put his fist to my face and watched the veins pop out of his
druken face. I was petrified; he through me into the wall and I noticed my
flawless face had blood dripping from my nose. I was horrified. My mother
quietly came in and told me to get ready for school.
I was a 13-year-old boy and I could not believe this alcoholic and convicted
criminal was living with us and my mother allowed this to happen.
She could have easily have asked him to leave, but never did and that’s the
question I always wonder: why? How would she live with such fear and
unhappiness? How could she live with a man who abused her children? My little
sister was eight years old and I remember her going to the kitchen before
suppertime. She had a pink dress, blond hair and a red bow in it. T he cutest. He
came storming in and I never saw a child so scared in my life. He literally kicked
her in the behind repeatedly until she fell and couldn’t walk.
I felt so guilty for not being able to do anything. I did call the childrens aid
society and police on many occasions but my mother and him manipulated them
into believing us children were bad kids. T he security guard in our building
befriended me and knew what was going on but he ended up sexually assulting
me and so i felt so helpless. I was told over and over agian that “if I told I would
be leaving that apartment in a body bag.”
For the next few months, I went from being popular in school, to being a reject
and an outcast. I became so withdrawn. I told friends and they promised never
to tell. I just wanted it to stop and I cried and criend and wished every night for it
to stop…why would my mother allow this monster to harm her babies? WHY ?
THe beatings, getting thrown into the wall, the punches the emotional and
mental abuse were worse then the bruises.
https://skydrive.live.com/?cid=282b6155e318ae58&id=282B6155E318AE58!3919
