You Think You Know Everything About Me

Where I Got Fucked Up.

When I was 9 my brother started raping me. I didn't know it was wrong. I was scared to tell anyone. My parents ecspecially. My parents cuaght him doing it multiple times. They  never moved him away from me. This went on until I was 13. I'm now 14. It wasn't even a year ago that it happened months. I blocked it out though. I don't remember the last time. He still lives here. He's 16.  I hate living here. I wish my mom would make good on her threats and take him and move to Californa with her sister. (That's for another chapter).

I told one of my good friends last year about this. I forgot one word. ONE FUCKING WORD! Of course she immedatily she thinks I was raping pople. BEEN. That was the word I left out. She told one of her friends who in turn told another. This other girl though, her adoptive father raped two of her cousins. He's in jail. Everyone assumed she had been too. She wasn't. She was a close friend but she moved 2 hours away. I never talk to her anymore. I miss her.

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Lately I've wanted to die. I don't want to be here. No one notices my pain.