Breathe

PROLOGUE

​​​​​​​​​Olivia

Crying..... Sobbing......so hard that I can't already breathe. "Please, don't do this. Please," I said, while my uncle is removing his clothes and walking towards
​Me. He slaps my face to shut me up from crying and puts his finger inside my mouth.

How can he do this to me? I don't want this, I don't want any of these he's doing to me. Then, he removes my shirt and pajamas while begging him to stop. But he didn't stop, instead, he just continue removing every clothing I had and did the things I can't imagine someone will do to a little girl like me.

This is not the first time, and also not the second time. He did this to me many times, I can't count how many times he did these things to me. He came home late every night drunk and wasted.

I don't know what he's going through, why he's acting
like a selfish jerk, why he's acting like a man who lost everything in life.

This is my worst dream. Ever. Oh, yeah. Same nightmare every night...

How can I forget this? I want to move on, but how?

I am currently seeing a psychologist because of trauma, but nothing changes, I can still remember every detail. At the age of eleven, he started doing this to me. My mother is in a psychiatric hospital since my father left us. The day he died on a car accident with his mistress was also
the day he left us. He just left us a letter, a letter for my mother and for me.