Major Trigger Warning| Vent about S/A
Hello, Callie, host of the system here. Just here to say this: Content Warning. Mentions of sexual assault, domestic violence, drugs, and self-harm. Some readers will find this disturbing. Reader discretion is advised.
Last night, 5/6/24, I had a very very vivid nightmare of something that happened to me approximately five years ago. As some of you may know, my parents are divorced, and both were abusive. Common, but that is the sad truth. Let me take you back to my point of view.
Imagine you are only twelve years old. Your home isn't feeling like home anymore. The screams and accusing yells echo through the house. You cling to your favorite stuffed animal as the tears run down your face and you hide in the one place they cannot reach. Suddenly, it is quiet. You hear footsteps coming towards you, and you panic. They pause at your door. Your heart pounds, hoping you are not about to be hit and slapped and used as a punching bag again. The footsteps turn and walk away. You exhale a shaky breath, only for fear to grip you as you hear the outraged screams of your 'mother' as your 'father' becomes violent. You cannot take it anymore. In a moment of naivety, you scurry to your closet and grab the hidden laptop. You pull up the site where you have made an adult friend. Quickly, you message him, asking if he can pick you up. You know he will say yes, and you know your parents will not miss you. He replies almost instantly. '👍' You smile. You can't wait to see him. Hurriedly, you pack a bag of things you might need, and wait for his headlights in the distance. When you see them, you climb down from the tree that is under your window, and run to meet him. You climb into his car, and you leave the abuse behind...if only for a few hours.
But...he isn't who he seems. No. In fact, his face will haunt you for the rest of your life. He offers you a cup of water, which you gladly take. You chug it down, to young to know about drugs like sedatives. About 35 minutes later, you start feeling...strange. Suddenly, he pulls into a gas-station parking lot. He pulls you close, and starts to ... touch. You don't know how to feel, and suddenly, he has you under him.
I will spare you the details... they are not pleasant.
Afterwards, he drives you back home, and you are silent. You don't really know what just happened, but it hurt and you didn't like it. You tell him goodnight, and then climb back up your tree and into your bedroom. Suddenly, you feel...disgusting. You pull up the site, and block him, and then delete your account. You cry into your pillow, knowing you can't tell your parents. For the next five years, you keep it a secret...only for it to be discovered by them being told by someone you trusted.
Then, with a gasp...you wake up. It was just a nightmare.
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Just a nightmare. Just a nightmare for you, reader, but not me. This nightmare happened.
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Tagging friends who might care:
@BuddyWinte , @Harrypotterfanandbooknerd , @AdrienLovesYou23 , @NoahTheListener , @Maeeeeebae999 . Sorry if you got an unwanted tag and/or I triggered you.