At night when I can't sleep, I tell myself a story. It's a silly one but it lulls me into my dreams. I've met my soul mate; keller is the name I've given him. Met friends I'll love forever and started a family. I start picturing being in his arms,falling into his touch. It stops then because no matter what I do, all I can see are their fingers on my skin. They tear me from my happiness and rip away my light. I see their thick hands on me ,where there should only be love there is terror. I have to end it and then I'm left hollowed out by my fears. Had I told someone then this family would have ripped apart at the seams. I cannot tell my grandma, she's lost too much and it was long ago. I needed to get this out, to let someone know. My mother is dead and the man I thought my father tried to do what they did too. All I want is to dream and be happy with the love of my life. How can I feel passion when the thought of a man's hands on me sends me into terror. I want it all to end.
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