"Please, you have to help me. They hurt me. And touch me. A-and i-I don't like it." I stammered to my pre-k teacher.
"It's ok sweetheart. Everything will be okay." She responded solemnly.
I went home that night and continued with the normal routine.
I went home, got a tiny bit of food, got on my pajamas, and watched t.v. until I drifted off to sleep.
The next morning, I was greeted by a group of strangers who said they were from a group called DCF.
They explained to me, that this meant The Department Of Children and Families, and that they made sure that all children were safe and taken care of.
At first, I didn't want to talk to them. I tried running away, but I was blocked by my teacher.
She kept trying to tell me that it would be okay.
I eventually gave in after a long time of persuasion.
They asked me a lot of questions, and I answered them truthfully.
To this day, I still can't decide if that was a good decision or not.
YOU ARE READING
Story of my life
Non-FictionTo all of you who read my story titled "My Spirit Story" , That is for the most part true. But, there were aspects of that story, that were untrue.
