( AUTOBIOGRAPHY) The Girl Who Did It On Her Own

Police And Video Interview

It was the 7th of August.

The day of my video interview with the head police officer of my case, it was the same as the statement I had the day it happened, but it was on video and I told her about the sexual assault.

She asked me question and I answered honestly.

After the 70 minutes of questions and answering it was finally over.

It was hell, if only I knew what lay a head.

After my video interview, the police had told me that they had gotten and asked all the question that they wanted.

They then began to tell me that they were going to arrest him on Thursday, but school started on Monday.

I was terrified.

Yet, I thought it was going to be so much easier than what it actually was.

Me and my mum got in the car. It was e most awkward thing possible. I just wanted to get home without talking and have a shower.

My mum kept asking me questions, which of course of normal. Of course she wanted to know what happened in there and what question they asked.

But I avoided her questions and snapped whenever she did.

The last question she asked me, I turned the volume of the radio up in the car, to drown out her curious questions.

It was like the interview all over again.

Finally and thankfully, she gave up and continued the journey home.

As soon as I got home, I detoured straight to the bathroom and thankfully she asked no questions or spoke to me. She just let me do what I thought made me comfortable.

I turned the shower on, took my clothes off and just stared at myself in the mirror for about half an hour.

I was disgusted with what I saw.

My wavy hair where he touched and used it to slam my hair down disgusted me, I wanted to cut it all off, yet my mum didn't let me.

She said it was too long, thick,  curly to cut and that she loved it.

I obviously threw a tantrum, but she didn't have it. So I decided to get control I'm a different way.

I began to straighten it.

I know it's such a cliché saying, but looking in to that mirror, my eyes looked dead and lifeless- yet swollen and glazed over in tears.

They say your eyes are the windows to your soul; I completely agree with that statement.

Looking at people eyes who I've come across, who act truly happy, but aren't- you can tell by their eyes. They don't have a spark, and of course mine didn't.

I was disgusted with my body, the years of bullying at primary school came back to me, all I saw was my fat thighs and my Stomach.

I wrinkled my nose with disgust.

After taking a massively fed up sigh, I made my way in to the shower.

I cried.

I cried until I thought I had no tears left, yet they started again.

I cried whilst holding myself, in a sense of comfort- yet that didn't do anything either.

I cried whilst I vigorously scrubbed myself to take away the destructive feel of his hands away.

It didn't work.

Of course it didn't work.

I still felt them.

The burning touch of his disgusting long claws upon my now tainted skin.

Even at such a young age, I knew when I actually consented to sex, it wouldn't be my first time.

I wanted my first time to be filled with mutual love, passion and understanding.

It was with traumatic cries, pleases, begging him to stop, and he didn't even do that. 

I can still remember the sinister smile he had stretched upon his face, reminding me of a Cheshire Cat.

I wanted my first time to be special, yet it was filled with agonising pain emotionally and physically.

It was all ripped away from me, all of it.

I thought it wouldn't of gotten worse than that, but it did.

Of course it did.

Especially when school had officially started.

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Hi my few readers, I'm so sorry for the short chapter- but I have recently had some bad news. I'm also sorry that the chapter is unusually small. The next chapter will be so much larger!