I got home and immediately submerged myself into my bath. Forcing myself to look at my ruined body. The marred bruises on my breasts and the blood pooling out between my thighs. I scream and cry and stare in horror. I scrub myself until my skin is bleeding everywhere, but it does not erase the disgusting feeling inside. My skin is raw and my throat is torn. I sob until I cannot anymore. I don't look in a mirror for months afterward, afraid to look at myself and see the battered body of afterward. My thoughts were in a loop for a long time. What happened? Did this really happen? Why can't I feel anything? Why did this happen to me?
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Letter To My Past Self
Non-FictionThese are several short stories about my life. There are several triggers such as rape and PTSD.
