My Beginning

Hi, I’m not going to tell you who I am, but I will tell you my beginning of how I started being suicidal.

So, It all started when i was 4 or 5. My mom drove me to my babysitter’s house and when we arrived there, I hugged her so tight and we played and stuff like that for an hour.. then she told me she was going to go outside for a few hours to garden like she does everyday, and so when she left, a few minutes later, A man came in and… he told me to follow him. (I didn’t know anything back then.. I was so young.) So, I followed him upstairs into his apartment and all of a sudden he closed his door.. I knew he was a bad person somehow so I tried to open the door but I was just a few inches away…… I was too short.

He grabbed me and took my clothes off. I felt… Bad, Horrible, Stupid. It hurt I cried and A burning river streamed down my face. I didn’t know what to do.. I tried so much.. but He didn’t let me go….. My face stung with tears, After that I was so scared when he let me go and opened his door I ran out and went into My babysitter’s apartment.. I wiped my tears and when a few more minutes passed by.. she came in and thought nothing was wrong.

After this started happening, it happened for 2 months.. I didn’t tell my parents because I was scared of what he would do to me and how he did it. And so on, It kept happening and happening.

After 1 more month I stopped seeing my babysitter because my mom stayed home with me and I was happy because It didn’t happen for 2 more months. but when those 2 more months were over, I finally told my mom.. she didn’t get mad but we couldn’t arrest him because he moved to another state/country. but luckily I didn’t get preg.

I Got Raped.

So, this is my story. It’s Not my full story but this is the beginning of my story.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                              – I’m Anonymous.