I didn't know what to do at this point, Everything and everyone I turned to before had shut me out and left me. Can't say I blame them for what I do...I wouldn't let me in either.
I don't mean half the words I say and I sure as hell don't mean to cause the incidents i do, but these memories follow me like a dog on a leash and every new school every new place I travel to. He lingers... like the rum on my lips when he raped me, the sand that sticks to you even weeks after you've been to the ocean. He is constantly in my head, clawing his way into my thoughts into my daily life ruining it all. He ruined me. And even tho everyone says they understand they have no idea. What it's liked to be stripped of your identity and your womanhood to be taken as low as a back alley drugged up sloppy sex scene. I never wanted to feel like this, to feel like I don't even belong in my skin to not recognize myself in the mirror 3 years later.
But here I am... I've tried a lot of ways to forget about that night, drugs and alcohol I've self harmed even tried to take my life. Even after all that I still can't feel right, I barley feel at all.
My name is Brooklyn Rose Emmet I'm 17, and I'm a survivor (or so everyone says) of rape.
I want to share my story and maybe one day I can feel normal if I help someone get thru what I have been.
Please note this is a fictional story.
