𝙊𝙉𝙀 𝙎𝙃𝙊𝙏 𝙎𝙏𝙊𝙍𝙄𝙀𝙎

𝐈 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞

It's been seven years since my Uncle John did 'that' loathsome thing to me. He raped me. I was all alone inside that large house, no one heard me screaming and the only thing I was able to do is to cry. I felt so helpless that time.

It is my biggest nightmare. I wasn't able to sleep and worst was that I have no appetite to eat.

My parents were busy with their jobs. Busy earning money to give me a better life but it is not what I wanted.

They give me expensive things but that's not what I wanted. I want them to spend their time with me. What  I want was their love and time. I want a family.

They don't know that my uncle raped me.

Until one day, I locked myself inside that dark storage room thinking and planning of ending my life since I don't feel any human anymore

'Should I cut my pulse? ' I asked myself.

I think of the consequences that may happened but then again I am determined, no one's scared of losing me anyways. No one will mourn for my death.

I am crying while holding a blade and a rope when someone knocked on the door.

"Anya! Open the door!" I heard my mother shouted my name, forcing me to open the door.

"No mom! " I shouted.

I'm crying whilst preparing the rope in my hand. I will hang myself in our ceiling and I hope everything will be at peace.

I stand on the chair and put my head inside the rope.

"Goodbye mom, ' I whispered.

"I love you so much, more than my life. But I received pain, I don't deserved it." Those are the last words that have escaped on my lips.

I kicked the chair and there, I saw my body hanging in that dark storage room. No life and no pain anymore.

I ended my life to be free from the pain I have had always suffered from.