Why Me?

Abigail was just six years old when all started. She was a child of life and virtue, an untainted chard of glass. Atleast, she was, 'till he came.

What you will read here is quite graphic content of how life could be of a survivor. Not a victim, survivor. Because even though trauma happened in the past it can live on in the present. Festering your soul and life. What I'm writing here is the truth - whose you will not know, but true nevertheless.