i have made it this far, a year and a day..

yesterday it was a year, at 11:42 i fell apart, flashbacks, not eating. the whole day, just replayed in my head. someone asked "how are you?" and my voice got all muffled, because i was trying to hold back the tears, i didnt want to cry, and im proud that i didnt. i wanted to show that i am stronger now.

but today.. my aunt made me tell my story to her, while my brother and momma were in the room. so i did. and as i look over at my brother, my heart shatters into a million pieces, it broke my heart so see him cry, and see my mom hold back her tears, i cried the entire time. its been 8 months since ive had to hear myself say that. i wanted to forget it happened. my aunt, thinks that i made the whole thing up, "that i said yes, and was too embarrased to admit it"

well i didnt make this up. i WAS raped a year and a day ago, at 11:42 am,

i'll never forget that day, it flipped my entire world upside down. im so sorry dominique, that you had to hear what happened to me that day. i never wanted to tell you, i never wanted you to know that i was hurt. i never wanted you to be hurt, i will protect you, and never again will you have to hear that day come out of my mouth again.