The days went by not feeling the same, my nights were longer, scarier I was hunted with night terrors from the life that had just became my reality. What was I suppose to do ? Tell ? Get in trouble ? Or worst? I no longer had the drive to play with Barbie dolls. I no longer wanted to watch Barney on television. My entire world had shattered my innocence stolen by the one person I thought loved me no matter what.
Months went by and daddy didn't stop it was like a daily routine that I had to learn as did my siblings not to interrupt or better yet come out of our room until told otherwise. They felt my pain they heard my cries but what could they do ? Who was going to save me? Where was mommy all of the time? I knew she had to work but why didn't she help me ? Didn't she know what was going on all of these months. I'm 5 years old I've changed I no longer do the things I'd normally do as a 5 year old. Why haven't she noticed me?
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Breaking Her silence
NouvellesREADERS DISCRETION IS ADVISED . FOR MATURE ADULTS ONLY PLEASE . THIS IS A AUTO BIOGRAPHY MEANING THIS IS ACTUALLY MY LIFE I AM TELLING. NOTHING IS MADE UP I DID CHANGE THE NAMES FOR PRIVACY REASONS . PLEASE READ WITH CAUTION AND RESPECT . THANK YOU
