I was 14. And he's 37.
He stroked my hair. I just stayed silent because it meant nothing to me. Slowly, he started touching me from the top down to between my thighs. I pushed him away, but he was so strong. I couldn't fight him off. He said, "Relax, this is what people in love do."
I could only remain silent. He inserted his finger, which was twice the size of my index finger. It hurt, and I cried. I didn't know what to do. It was very painful. The pain still lingers even now. l'm 22 years old now, and it still hurts.
"Shhh."
You known my name, you know where I live, you know who's my friends, you know my smile, my laugh. But you don't know what I've been through.
I went through all this myself..
I am terrified,yes, I am alive.
Look at me. I'm here, I'm doing fine just by my own. I'm strong. I deserve the world.
So here i am, standing at the edge of my own fears, ready to jump, ready to let myself feel
whatever comes. And maybe that's all that matter.