It Happened Last Night

Prologue

They care about me...

They're always there for me...

Where were they that night? Where were they when I needed them most? Where were they when I needed their hands to dry my tears instead of the rough, wet carpet? Why didn't they hear me? I screamed. I shouted. I yelled until I couldn't breathe.

And now I'm living with the weight of that memory on my back. It just kills me that nobody knows. Literally.

I used to be such a happy person. Everything was great, or so I thought it was. I was the best daughter any parent could ask for. Especially since my father was a pastor. You could say I was an angel. Well don't because the scars and bruises told something different.

I remember it all so clearly.. The way my throat began to dry as I tried screaming. It felt rakes scratching the walls of my esophagus. It was horrid. I remember the way the blood streamed down my leg onto to the carpet turning its bright purple into a deep rusty red. It hurt, it hurt so bad.

I remember it all... like it happened last night..