I had gone through a huge depression faze.
So eventually with feeling like my life was not important I took a bottle of pills about 70 clondines. I rushed to the hospital and they diagnosed me with PTSD from the early rape trauma in my 1-3 year old self.
My father had apparently raped me many times. And his friends did the same. But when I got into the mental health hospital I made a friend.
He was a funny guy with lots of talent I trusted him and even had a crush on him.
He one day came to my room and I said what are you doing.
He laughed and said don’t cry I have little time and I want to have sex with you.
I opened my mouth to scream to protest but he laughed and shut up.
He swore at me I was appalled.
He raped me and continued to act like it was no big deal the next day.
I was in pain and distraught. I soon left him to go talk to someone else.
He continued to taunt me.
Until one day he left to go be somewhere else.
I will never forget how his eyes stared at me when he slid into me as if to say I hate you.
I hate me.
I hate this world.
After he was done he said in a mocking tone