TRIGGER WANRING
TALK OF SEXUAL ABUSE
I was four years old the first time I remember being abused.
It wasn't the first time but it's the first time I remember.
I was laying in bed at four years old sleeping in my bed.
I was awoken by cold hands on my legs, someone pulling up my nightgown.
I looked down it was my brother.
He smiled at me and told me to be quiet.
I begged him to stop but he didn't. He just kept going.
He lifted my nightgown over my head and then he pulled down my underwear.
I remember feeling cold, scared and frightened.
I closed my eyes then felt a second pair of hands on me.
It was my sister.
She leaned up and kissed me on the mouth as my brother put his hands on my vagina.
I cried through sisters kiss.
This was not normal.
I wanted to run, scream, hide...but I was held down.
Sister played with my buds while brother played with my vagina.
Once they finished, they laughed and left me alone.
I curled up in a ball and cried myself to sleep.
This was the first time not the last.
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