Do you know what it's like to be abused by not only your parents, but 2 boys; one when you were in elementary school, and one that raped you the day after your father almost killed you and 2 days after you almost killed yourself.
Do you know what it's like to try to hide your pain from everyone so they don't see your weakness, because you have learned not to show weakness, otherwise your father may rip you to shreds?
Do you know what it's like to want to tell someone how badly you are hurting, and finally after years, you build up the courage to do so, yet they ignore you and claim you're lying?
And after 16 years of begging and pleading for a little mercy in your life, a little glimpse of hope, you find someone to understand you, and allow you to be yourself around them.
You finally find someone who believes you, and will defend you when you are beaten.
You finally have something to live for.
You finally found some worth for yourself.
You finally allowed yourself to look people in the eye because you are no longer afraid of being hurt.
And then those who have abused you your whole life, rip you away from that one ounce of hope without even letting you exchange a simple good-bye.
And then they claim, that she, the person who saved me from myself, was the one who abused me.
