J. D. Stockholm - Stupid Boy

STUPID BOY

J D Stockholm

What readers are saying:

Fresh writing style.

... a sobering look into the terrifying world of child abuse as seen through the survivor's eyes... a five-year-old boy.

The reader is easily transported.

I found myself praying for him throughout the book. I found myself cursing and talking out loud and comforting him.

... then there was his childlike vocabulary, his bright mind, his utterly sweet spirit, even his ignorance of what was actually happening on every level, it was all like a buffer against the horror of it.

Based on a true story. However, some things may have been changed for clarity, and of course names and places have been changed for privacy.

This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever

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Copyright 2013 J D Stockholm

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Also by JD Stockholm

Dear Teddy

Telling Teddy

Stupid Boy

Goodbye Mr Ted

Scars to Bear

If I were to die today

Dark Ramblings of the Phoenix

Contact

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https://www.facebook.com/JDStockholmTeddy

These two sites have been invaluable to me throughout the last few years. I salute the many people on there, survivors, directors and above all, my friends. Thank you for the support at those times I needed it.

http://www.isurvive.org.uk

http://www.recoveryourlife.com/

ONE

T here was a boy. His name was Stupid Boy. He had a stupid cape and stupid boots and he looked stupid with his stupid hair. He lived in a house that was by the sea with no mum and dad because no one wanted to live with Stupid Boy. They got to laugh at him and call him names.

His mum and dad didnt let him live in their house too because they didnt like him. No one in the whole wide world liked Stupid Boy.

Stupid boy lived with a lady. She didnt get to be stupid like him. She was nice and kind. She was the only one that liked Stupid Boy.

Stupid Boy wanted to be like Superman. He got a cape one day and tried to fly. But the cape didnt work because stupid boys dont get to fly.

Stupid Boy wanted to be a secret spy. But he didnt be able to do that because he didnt be very good at spying on things. He had to make his stupids go away.

One day, Stupid Boy and the Lady went into town to buy some things. It got to be a rainy day and Stupid Boy forgot his coat. He got all wet when the rain got through his clothes. He closed his eyes and he made a big wish.

Maybe the rain will make my stupids go away, he said. He closed his eyes tight and then he wished the hardest he ever could.

The rain didnt make his stupids go away.

Stupid Boy and the Lady went in the shops because the Lady needed to buy food. Stupid Boy ate it all up because he was too greedy and so she had to buy more and more. Maybe the shop would sell beans. Like the ones that Jack got for his beanstalk. But not beans that were green and growed up into the sky. Maybe beans that jumped and made Stupid Boy not be stupid any more.

Stupid Boy asked the Lady for some jumping beans. She said yes and bought him some.

Stupid Boy got the magic beans. But they didnt grow beanstalks and they didnt make him jump all the way in the sky. The beans just jumped about in his hands. Stupid Boy put them in his pocket.

When the food was all bought and then it got into bags. The Lady asked Stupid Boy if he could be a good boy and help her carry them home. Stupid Boy knew how to pretend to be a good boy. He said yes and then he got a bag and carried it.

Stupid Boys legs got tired on the way home. He got an idea. A big fat stupid idea. He asked the Lady if he could hold her hand when they walked. She said yes. Stupid Boy held the Ladys hand and they walked. Stupid Boy closed his eyes. Maybe he could sleepwalk and the Lady didnt let him walk into the road.

Stupid boy stepped on the cracks. Everyone knew if you step on the cracks makes you fall and break your back.

Stupid Boy falled over and bashed his knee.

Stupid Boy falled over and everyone got to see.

Because he was stupid.

The Lady knew how to make Stupid Boy better. It didnt be the medicine his mum got him. That didnt work. The Lady decided that to make his stupids go away they had to chop off his head with a big axe. Then he didnt be Stupid Boy anymore.

The End.

I have my book and my big black felt-tip pen; I draw Stupid Boy with his stupid hair and his stupid shoes. I get the stapler. I make it go through the paper. I make Stupid Boys eyes and nose and all his hair. I do it lots of times all messy because Stupid Boy has big messy hair. I do it wrong though. I dont know my finger is there and then it staples my finger through the paper.

See?

I am Stupid Boy. I tell Mr. Ted. Stupid, stupid, big fat Stupid Boy.

Maybe my Nan can get my head chopped off and give me a new one that isnt stupid. Then everyone will like me and I wont be stupid anymore.

I dont show my Nan my finger. She will know I am Stupid Boy too and then maybe she will go away like my mum did. Then she wont want me anymore because I am just bad inside.

I dont let the tears go down my stupid face either. Its good when it gets to hurt lots. Sometimes, I make it hurt on purpose. Maybe it will make all the stupid parts go away. I get my scissors and I pick the staple. It is stuck in my finger. It hurts. But thats what stupid boys get.

Thats why my mum doesnt want me. Because I am stupid. I keep asking her. She tells me they dont have any bed for me so I dont be able to live there. I sleep at their house sometimes. On the weekends. But I dont sleep on a bed. I sleep on my mums sun chair in their bedroom. My dad gave me his sleeping bag to keep me warm.

No one wanted me. Just like Stupid Boy. All alone and stinky. Me and Mr. Ted sit on the wall outside lots of times. Not the wall at my Nans house. Its a wall at the end of the road. Mr. and Mrs. Robinson live there. They dont tell us off for sitting on the wall. We sit there all the time. I try and tell my mum in my brain that Im sorry. Please come back, I say, but she never does. Not ever.

My Nan tells me to stop sitting on the wall.

Maybe youll make the wall all bumpy from your bottom, she says.

But I am not all big and heavy. My Nan is silly. She tells me to come back into the house because it is cold and I will catch a chill. I dont want to. I want to wait for my mum and dad to come back for me. They are going to. When they miss me lots inside then my mum will tell my dad to drive the car and come and get me. Then she will say she is sorry and they will take me home with them. It is okay I dont have a bed. I can sleep in the chair forever.