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11 Intense Stories From Attempted Murder Survivors

11 Intense Stories From Attempted Murder Survivors

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3. Brotherly Love

I am not a writer and wasn’t the best at English and Language. There’s also a lot of spots in this story where I don’t remember and I’m sorry for that but I have a bad memory because I tend to suppress a lot of things and it tends to affect that part of the brain.

I’m pretty sure my brother tried to kill me. 
I know your thinking, well siblings fight all the time right? Yes, but not like this.
Let me tell you a few things to help you understand our relationship and how our lives been so far.
We were born into a domestic violence situation( his dad/my adoptive dad) was a crazy. He did tons of horrible things to my mom, brother, and me. It got so bad that a judge ordered him to leave the state. After that, my mom was constantly on the move trying to hide from him and her past. So us kids had to grow up fast. We struggled a lot with money, food, keeping friends, and the biggest thing: bullying.
My brother started out as quiet and nerdy but as he got older he tried to be the tough guy who always had something to say, also loved telling tall tales. It got him a lot of trouble.
I was a talkative kid who loved to try to get to know people, but as I got older and events happened I turned shy and quiet, shut most people out. So me and him flipped our personalities, go figure.
We didn’t have a bad relationship growing up at first. He was my bubby, I looked up to him and he was kinda a dad figure for a while. But apparently, I tattle tailed a lot. We also rough housed a lot and trust me there were many cheap shots thrown at each other. I don’t know when it started really but as he got older his hit got harder and his insults got meaner. I started seeing our banter become pretty unhealthy.
There’s been plenty of times where he’s crossed the line with me but the biggest thing I can remember is when I was about 12/13 and he was about 18/19. We lived in a small town in the united states, and it was around Christmas because I remember the dead tree out in the yard that day. My mum had gone to one of her friends up the road and had left me and my brother to our own devices. I don’t remember why we started fighting ( trust me the tiniest things set our fights off) but we did and I remember him hitting me, where is foggy, that’s not the part that stands out to me, but it hurt like hell and I remember screaming and crying that I was gonna tell mom. He got so angry, told me I wasn’t allowed to leave the house. But I didn’t care. I kept screaming. I guess he was afraid of someone hearing because the next thing I know he pushed me onto the couch and has my mouth and nose covered trying to stop the sound. I couldn’t breathe, I kept thrashing and hitting his arms to get him off but it wasn’t working. His face was terrifying. So full of rage. I started to see spots and blackness when all of a sudden he let go and I gasped for breath. I don’t know why he stopped, maybe he caught him self or heard something, I was just glad he did. But I wasn’t gonna stay there. I was scared and wanted my mom. I ran out our door and tried running up the hill that led to the main road. He was faster than me and he grabbed me and got me to the ground and started dragging me back to the trailer. I don’t remember how I got free but I did and I ran as fast as I could up the hill and down the road to my mom’s friends house. I found her and told her what happened but honestly, nothing was done. He got a big talking to and that was basically it. I mention it nowadays sometimes to mom when she asks why I hate my brother so much sometimes, and she just shrugs it off and is all like ” you did mean stuff to him to” uh no. Never to that extent. So yeah… I think he could have killed me then…



- GorificBeauty37

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4. The Unknown

When I was fourteen, some friends and I were running around at night doing mischevious early teen things. We stop to rest in an abandoned lot that bordered on an old alley filled with grass and leaves. Suddenly my friend says “holy shit!” and points to the alley. I see the silhouette of a man getting up out of the leaves, then fucking sprinting towards us. Needless to say, we booked it out of there at mach speed and never looked back once. I guess at some point he just stopped following us. Don’t really know if he was trying to kill us, but whatever he was planning it can’t have been good.

- Thighbone_Sid

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5. Vandal Scandal

I’m not sure if this counts as attempted murder but a few years back someone almost killed me when they fired a shotgun at my car when I driving.

It was almost 2 in the morning and I was driving back friend’s house. There were no other cars on the road. I live in a good part of town and never expected this to happen.

I was slowing down for my turn and a truck pulls up next to me. There’s a guy with a shotgun in the bed of the truck and he fires at my car. It hits my the side of my car and the force breaks my window. It hit only a few inches below where my head would be.

We reported it to the police who asked if I cut them off or was buying drugs. I said no and they filed the report.

Was the scariest night of my life.

Insurance covered it as vandalism and I only had to pay 100 to get everything fixed (damage was close to a thousand).

- friendsKnowMyMain

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6. Mommy Dearest

Two months ago my psychopathic narcissist of a mother made her Rottweiler attack me until I was bleeding quite badly. I had to get ~200 stitches and the dog was put down and she was put in jail.

- mychemicalclifford