I knew what had happened to me when I was 12 years old and why I was the person I was, and truthfully in a sense, still am. I was hurt, I never had the best childhood, but I wanted to be grown up and move forward- I didn't want to play the victim and I felt like it was my fault for the things that had happened so I blamed myself. I blamed myself because I was practically bribed into doing the unmentionable with stupid fruit gummies. Not only do I still blame myself now though, I also slightly throw nearly all of my hatred and blame at my mom. She wasn't there when I needed her and when she finally found out, she was mad at me for not telling her. "Dumb bitch, this is why I never told you in the first place." I said to myself afterwards in my messed up and distorted mind. Then not only did she practically throw my feelings back at me, my mother had the nerve to play the victim instead of comfort me. All I heard in my head was "Maria, you will NEVER find the help you need, your life is over..."
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Hurt
General FictionA sad story about the unmentionable happening to a girl, who is now trying to send a message to the world describing the unbearable pain she felt. * Warning- this is a fictional story, it is not real*
