Surviving Chris

Intro

Surviving
Chris.

By
Caroline Johnson & Cora Simpson

Intro

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My name is Charlotte Nicole Lewis. For me to tell you what I'm about to tell you, you have to suspect everyone. The cute jock. The neighbor watering their lawn. The stranger pushing their child in a shopping cart. The doctor.

I didn't always watch my surroundings. One day I was freshly 18-years-old and carefree, and the next I was watching anyone who walked behind me for too long. At 18, my brown hair was long and wavy. On the right days, it would even blow in the wind. My eyes were bright. Even twinkled in the sun. They were the color of dirt. I hated them unless I was in the sun. That's when they look like honey.

My parents always told me to stop rushing to grow up. That the world isn't always nice. At 17, I would have rolled my eyes, even in May when I turned 18 up until that night. The night of September 19th, 1980. The night I realized my mother was right. The world is scary, and it is evil. That night I wished I was in bed. At home. With my mom and dad. It is a night I will never forget. I can tell you everything about that night down to the color

wallet he owned. I will never forget. Not ever. I see him in my dreams. His face haunts me. My skin still burns from the touch of the devils hands on my body. In my body. I see him in my dreams.

My name is Charlotte Lewis. I am brave. I am not the only surviving VICTIM of Chris anymore. I am a survivor. To this day I am still surviving Chris.