Memories Back Then Pt. 1

Memories Back Then Pt. 1

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If You've seen MY Facebook status that went "viral" then You know where this "story" came from. The one You added me on Wattpad for, this is the one that got me sympathy and made people see the reasons behind my actions. They thought it would help someone, if You've read "Memories Back Then" and thought THAT was something let me tell You how this one is worse and how it don't get no more raw than this. Pleeease don't cast judgement on anyone in this story until you've finished and I'll minimize all the "outsiders" in this one to those who have only dealt with me CLOSELY. I hope You all enjoy this one like You did the other. WARNING: VIOLENCE, LANGUAGE too but I can't say 18+ because MOST victims are underage. ..... It's about RAPE, NOT speaking out, and overcoming self hate so if You don't like such things don't read it but if it's happening to You, baby this is also dedicated to YOU. 🥀 .... Dedicated to Katelyn Nichole Davis 😭✝️💔 because I could've saved You 🙏🏾
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Walking into an empty house is normal to me. I guess I got tired of saying 'I'm home' when nobody is home to reply. It wasn't always like this. I remember when our family was close. Now we don't see each other any more. We don't talk to each other. We don't eat with each other. We don't ACKNOWLEDGE each other. This all happened after my 'Mother' killed herself. My father blames me. This is my story about how I learned to not count on anyone else but myself. I'm broken. I'm used. No one can fix me. But when the New Boy in town tries to fix me, everything will change. Good change or Bad change, I don't know. Only time will tell. I want to enter this story in the #Wattys2015 please help me out and vote and comment on my story. I'll really appreciate it!!! #Wattys2015 COPYRIGHTED © 2014 BY Anallely ALL RIGHTS RESERVED ®

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