Inside you are screaming and want to cry out for help. And I am here to tell you to let it out because I am here to hold you and love you back to life again. In my arms you are safe and you are loved. You no longer have to hide behind your mask, you no longer have to pretend to be okay.

I was 9 years old at this time and for the past 4 years I had forgotten what had happened to me. That night I struggled to fall asleep and when I eventually did I began to have flashbacks. I was in the bathroom at my grandmother’s house with him, there he was with that smile again and the look of desire. Picture… Picture..Picture…