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When I was younger I was free. When I was younger I was happy. When I younger I wasn't afraid. But,I am not younger anymore. I grew up and so did my problems. I was innocent. A kiss on cheek gave "cooties", and stilling an animal cracker was basically illegal. I was naive. That was good. Until it wasn't. I was asked if I wanted to play. Of course I want to play,why wouldn't I? But,something weird happened. This kind of play was a secret and it didn't involve clothes. It was fun! But sometimes I got hurt. It was okay though,it always got kissed better. We did this game for years. It starting hurting more and more. Did you know that 'no' is bad word that only naughty girls use? You will get a bruise if you say that. This game wasn't fun anymore. It was made me bleed. Mommy never told me that tools could be used differently. I knew a different way to use a wrench and rope! Too bad I wasn't allowed to hurt her. After awhile I wasn't fun to play with anymore. Apparently I had gotten to old and it was dangerous. I felt bad for my playmate, he said I was better than his wife. Now I know what happened. It wasn't fun. It wasn't a game. I was being sexual assault. I was being abused. I didn't say anything for a really long time. So please, if you are in a situation like this,get help. Save yourself.
~unknown~
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The Ramblings Of A Mad Woman
Short StoryThese are just random night thoughts that I decided to write. Every chapter is a new concept and thought wave.