Wrong Turn

The Truth

......After that day nothing felt right the way he looked as me as if I were a piece of meat to him. What happened I thought to my father , I don't see how he could look at me any different but as his daughter , a part of him. Every time I thought about what happened that day I got more and more sick to my stomach , I was so in shock still the next day because I didn't know if I was just being dramatic or maybe it was wrong. I didn't want believe that someone I loved, someone that once changed my diapers, someone that helped me be me, would do something like this to me. But it happened and I had to figure out what to do , so for the past few weeks it continued and I still hadn't spoke up . My father continue to walk around as if what he were doing was right well even I didn't know if it was right,  what was going on taunted me for awhile because I felt so different inside. I knew it was time to speak up but I never got the courage to do it, so I kept pretending that every time I got sexually abused I told myself it never happened, shower after shower trying to get the smell of him off of me . I got to the point to where I thought it was okay. So my life continued and I continued to tear down inside , my relationships with anybody were destroyed when it started , I became alone and had no friends because all I did was beat myself up saying "Its your fault , Its your fault" That same year that all of this happened I tried to commit suicide.......I took the pill bottle and there were twenty five pills as I can remember I shoved them all down my throat hoping I would've died I woke up the next day in the hospital.