The first abuser.

The corners of your lips perked up when you felt me flinch. Like you were only holding my hand, so…

Him.

He layed with me. His chizzled arms clinged tightly to my soma, our legs intertwined like they were meant to…

The beating.

I told them that I couldn’t breathe. And All they did was proceed to pour water on me, telling me…

The thoughts

And now I am left to my thoughts. Savages, they are! All they want to do is eat me alive.…

The Journey Begins

Thanks for joining me! Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton