Worthless to Rape

I was excited to finally mature into a young woman and

have what every guy wanted. A young body with a virgin mind. I had

a social life with few enemies but I was never aware of how weak

my mind was to a little affection. My home was a place I feared

the most because there I was ignored or abused. My parents were

alcoholics and former gang members. Growing up pretty much left me

lost and confused for guidance.

Many days you could find me skipping school and

getting high. To me it was completely harmless; if I wasn't

hurting no one then it was okay to do. My friends were all I had.

They fought for me and I fought for them. As years went by my

drug addiction ate my life away and my friends started to change

right before me but I never noticed. My depression got low and

suicide became an everday thought. At one time I slit my wrist but

for some reason I survived with just a scar.

5'6 about 135 lbs, red hair ,deep blue eyes and

freckles; I didn't exactly have the player's charm so my love life

was a sour one. All the guys that were involved in my life were

close friends. Soon I learned that even the closest person to

your family can be a killer. My dad's best friend had a

son who was a little older but was a cool guy. My best friend and

I went to his house and chilled. Everything that night was taken

from me. My judgement gave way and my vision became blurry. It

became so hard to move at one point. My best friend opened the

door and my heart jumped 'she's here to stop this from happening

to me' but then she fell over and closed the door. She left me,in

tears and naked. My cries and my pleas wouldn't stop him so I

went numb. My body no longer belonged to me neither did my

womanhood.

Three years later I can finally stand up and feel

normal again. No more hot boiling showers to take that nasty

feeling away, no more therapy, no more low esteem. Being raped is

every woman's nightmare. It's a process to heal from eventually it

makes you stronger. Three years later I still have to run into

him. I'm 19 years old now and have a beautiful daughter. Life can

hold many things for us. For what I have incountered in my life

helps me to teach me to reach out to my daughter and other young

girls.

I dedicate this story to all the girls from ATC facility in Orlando,Florida.