*journal*
What's your idea of tragic? Your cat running away? Someone you love dying?... Those things are really bad but for me it only gets worse. Lets go back to where it all started.
*reality, 5 years old*
Thanks giving day, all the kids were outside running around not thinking of anything that might happen. Juliet and her sister Sarah were sitting in the middle of the big field while all the other kids were off playing. they thought they were alone, but they thought wrong. Juliet's best friends 13 year old brother Jonas walked over to the two little girls in there pink and blue dresses and spoke quietly "come with me I need to show you something"
As they walked towards the small brown building, the boy pulled out a key. A key only his mother had. the door opened and there were chairs stacked on chairs and tables lined up in rows but pushed toward the back. Jonas locked the door behind them and yelled at them to take there dresses off. The two little girls ran under the table to hide, once they were under Juliet looked at Sarah and told her to "stay here she would go out first". And so she did...
He then gripped her arm and pulled her dress up and ripping down on her underwear. The boy yanked his pants down and she slowly began to lose all of her innocents. Feeling like they just hit the ground. Eventually he threw her on the ground and forced Sarah out from hiding. Juliet then ran back under the table and watched him force himself on top of that small three year old body. She then heard a voice yelling " kids! time to come eat!". He stopped got up and unlocked the door and the girls walked back to there little house.
Blank faces. Sad eyes. Barely breathing. They walked in with bruised arms and dirt on there dresses. "Don't tell, we might get in trouble." Juliet mumbled, but there mom knew they weren't okay and she asked a lot of questions, but then Sarah told.
*journal*
From there it was small rooms and talks with a lady about how our bodies are our bodies and no one should touch us unless we say so. I hated those meetings. I knew that lady could never see through my glassy like eyes just to understand my pain, but did it stop there? Oh no. There was no stopping
YOU ARE READING
Tragic
Non-FictionThis story is about and event that changed this poor girls whole life. She thought it would never get better but she thought wrong. Although the feeling was always there things weren't as bad as they seemed.
