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This is something that happened in my life. It probably shouldn't be shared but I needed to type this out, I needed to write down everything for me to really grasp this situation. I wanted to share because maybe it could help someone out there or maybe someone can help me understand or talk with me about this or has gone through something similar. This is the day that my brother died.
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It was all fun and games until our parents left. Out of the blue they just disappeared. 4 years later there was still no sign of them, no contact, nothing. I was helpless, I couldn't struggle, I couldn't scream. He came close to my face and kissed my cheeks, "You're mine now" I was sexually assaulted. If it wasn't for my two older brothers and their best friend, I wouldn't have got through it, I wouldn't have made it. Then our house gets broken into and there was something so familiar about the man who broke in. So we run. There was so much blood, it was seeping out, covering my hands, covering my stomach. Is this the beginning, of the end?
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