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A/N: TRIGGER WARNING ‼️‼️‼️‼️

|Saria's POV|:
I know I said I dreaded Monday to come, but it's because of how I was going to feel after Sunday. And of course the whole incident with Grant.

But today was the anniversary of my adoptive parents death, they died 16 years ago. I blame myself for their death. It hurts how close I was to having a family, but of course life happens and I lost them.

*FLASH BACK*
16 years ago

I was walking into my middle school. I loved school but I didn't like the fact that I was bullied for my skin color. I know I was darker then all the black people here. But my mommy told me that my skin was darker because I was rich and sweet like chocolate.
I smiled thinking of that

I walked to my locker but didn't make it because I was bumped into and all my stuff fell
"Move out my way blacky" Jessica Smithfield said
she's been bullying me for Lord knows how long. She's white with long blonde hair and blue eyes

I got down and picked up my things. I give her a big smile because I won't let her faze me
"Hi Jessica" I said finally making it to my locker
she huffed in anger because I wasn't letting her get to me anymore.

I put everything in my locker and went to find my best friend Merci White, a beautiful light skin girl with light brown tight curls and light brown eyes.

I wish I was as beautiful as her. I spotted her at breakfast but she was with Jessica and Jamie, Jessica's best friend.

I was shocked because Merci told me she really didn't like Jessica. I go to sit with them because Merci is my best friend. But what happened next really showed me she really wasn't

She pushed me off the chair when I sat down then when I got up she poured all her orange juice and cereal on my freshly braided hair.

"Nobody wants to be friends with someone as black as you, I can't even see you in the light. I don't even know why I was your friend in the first place" she said then laughed with Jessica and Jamie.

the whole breakfast room was laughing at me, but I walked out with my head held high but tears falling from my eyes. Blurring my vision. I got to the bathroom and called my mom on my new slide phone.

"Hello" she said
"Mommy" I said sobbing
"Awww baby what happened"
"Mommy please come get me" I said between hiccups
"Ok no problem baby" she said
"I'm on my way right now, love you baby"
"Love you too mommy" I said before she hung up

*END FLASHBACK*

But she never made it, she was on her way to drop off my dad to work since his car broke down, and someone hit them and the car flipped over and they both died by the instant compact.

That was the worse day of my life and that's when I went into a deep depression and social anxiety
I got over the depression and the social anxiety after going to a therapist.

But it's not only is it the anniversary of their death, it's the anniversary of the day my life took a turn for the worst. It's so bad that I try and black those memories throughout the year. What I went through is something no child that just lost their parents should ever happen. It's shouldn't happen to any child, or anyone at. I was used while I was vulnerable. It made it hard for me to trust adults but also to trust men. All because of one man, John Washington. Also know as my dads best friend and my uncle John

*FLASH BACK*
A few months after the accident

"Uncle John please don't touch me, I don't feel comfortable with you touching me like this" I said while he had his hand on my thigh

I removed it and scooted over
He then moved closer to me and started to kiss my neck
I tried to push him off, but I mean I'm 12 trying to push off a 30 something year old.

He then ripped my clothes off me .. and well you know what sadly happened to me

That night my innocence was taken and I felt so unclean.

After a few months of getting raped. I started to feel sick and started to throw up a lot.
I got so easily tired and couldn't be up for as long as I used too.

I was too tired to even do volleyball which I really loved. But I would always get sick.

Uncle John brought me to the doctor and they said that I wasn't sick....
I was pregnant

Tears started falling down my cheeks and I couldn't breathe all I saw was the doctors worried face before the darkness consumed me

I woke up a few hours later feeling less sick but having my eyes sting since it was bright. I tried getting up but the nurse told me that I had to sit down since my abdomen may hurt.

And once I understood what she said I started to feel that sharp pain in my stomach. And it wasn't cramps because I know how they feel.

My mommy told me that many girls get it after having their period, which I got mine earlier this year.

"Yes honey, that's why I told you to sit down. After having an abortion you usually get abdominal pain" the nurse said to me

"After a what?" I asked

At school we had a weird section of health where we learned about pregnancy and when removing a pregnancy it's called an abortion.

But I'm too young to get pregnant so how could I have got an abortion

"An abortion, baby you were pregnant but you're uncle who was consent over you said to get an abortion so that you can still have a normal child hood" she said
"I don't know how it happened, but be very careful. 12 is way too young for you to be having sex" she said to me while sympathetically looking at me and holding my hand

I thought I was just sick, h-how could I get pregnant

*END FLASHBACK*

The whole abortion thing was swept under the rug and it hurts me to this day that I didn't understand what Uncle John was doing to me.

He took my innocence away when he was suppose to be the one to take care of me and preserve it. To make sure that nothing like that ever happened. But he just took advantage of my vulnerable state, and I won't blame myself because I was young and naive.

After that I started to act out and he said he couldn't take care of me anymore because I was too reckless.

I went into the foster care system at 13 and here I am today 28 years old and finally ok.

In my whole life I've obviously been through more than the normal human can take. But I'm not the normal human and I made through it.

For the first time in a long time I can say that.. I'm happy, not after the incident tat happened yesterday. But I'm way happier then I was last year.

I'm finally ok, I'm going through some things. But I know I will move on from all this hurt one day.

Rest in Paradise mom and dad, I love and miss you so much