Littlebirdy44
Bronze Member
They planned it all. I didn't have any reason to fear walking home from my friend's house that night because it was early and in my own neighborhood. While walking past the park I was grabbed and hit in the head. I was still conscious but I kinda wish I wasn't because I recognized these voices. They dropped me on the ground and began to physically hurt me. Choking me, kicking me in the ribs and shoving mulch in my mouth. By the time one ripped my tights I was already outside my body. Watching but thankfully not feeling any pain. All three violated me and I remember saying to myself..I no longer want to be in this body is no longer my own. When I woke up face first in the mulch all I could do was cry. I don't know for how long because it didn't matter. The only thing that mattered was finding a way to end this misery. This happened a month ago and..I'm still here. I'm fighting because I'm a survivor, we all are. And maybe I do wake up every morning contemplating suicide or praying for the world to cut me some slack and to just take me by accident but guess what...that hasn't happened. And hopefully it doesn't. I overcame physical, emotional and sexual abuse as a child. I can do it again. We can beat this illness friends, we can.
