The Other Side Of Her

If you are an entity of order, I strongly urge you to read no further. The reciprocation of these memories are as livid and chaotic as they were when I bore witness to them and for you to thoroughly accompany me on this journey, it is impossible for me to censor any chapter. If you have the expectation of a completed tale, this is also not a read for you. These tenets of my life will not bring you any fulfillment and should you be seeking resolutions and happy endings, you will not find them here.

This is an account of a life lived thus far based on survival.

Three things you need to etch into your notes before we start our first chapter:

1. There is no order here, as previously mentioned. These are novella of late nights when the terror seeps and the vortex of despair preluding endless screams. I will recollect as I have truly, for this is the only way I know how and I hope that in doing so, you are aware of my being as factual to the core.

2. This is a testament to every trigger stereotype and more - you may call it your catalog of horrors if you will.

3. Yes, this is retrospection of sexual abuse but no, this read is not bound to only that fiend of affliction. There will be many more trepidations and its relevant beasts attended to.

Once more, you may desist here before we dive in.