This is my story. From the very beginning.
We took a trip to the mountains.
I remember that night perfectly.
The night were my innocence was stripped away.
Stolen from me.
The night I realized the world was so fucking cold.
I remember his eyes were so cold and heartless. The burning touches. The stinging pain. Even the cold air chilling my spine. I remember the feeling of being so fucking worthless. I let him take advantage of me and I didn't scream or fight. All I did was silently cry as I let him break me. Break what I had built up. Stealing away my purity.
I still feel his heavy breaths down my neck. The way the gravel dug into my back as it became more and more painful. I remember biting my lip as my tears rolled down the side of my face. The pain was a hot pain that stung so deep. I still get flashbacks of it today. The flashbacks come and go but the nightmares are the worst. In the nightmares I'm forced to re-live every moment from start to finish. Always so helpless, never fighting back. Going through what made me the fucked up existence I am today.
The fucked up existence I will always be.
