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“I once believed this was the most magical place on the planet. I walk closer. It's smaller now, it seems, than when we were kids, but still wonderful.
The giant wooden playground is what we always called it, but it's so much more than that.
It's a wooden castle the size of a Hollywood mansion, with towers and bridges and turrets and secret passageways. Elaborate swings in the shape of life-size horses with black rubber saddles.”
― The Way I Used to Be
The giant wooden playground is what we always called it, but it's so much more than that.
It's a wooden castle the size of a Hollywood mansion, with towers and bridges and turrets and secret passageways. Elaborate swings in the shape of life-size horses with black rubber saddles.”
― The Way I Used to Be
“It's 2:49: He had my days-of-the-week underwear on the floor and somehow you still don't understand what's happening. Then he yanked my nightgown up, my favorite nightgown with the stupid sleeping basset hounds on it and I feel the seam rip where the thread was already coming loose.
He pulls it up around my neck, exposing my whole body, my whole naked, awkward body. And he shoves a fistful of it into my mouth, choking me. I was gagging, but he just kept pushing it into my mouth, pushing, pushing, pushing, until it wouldn't go in any farther.
I didn't understand why, not until I tried to scream. I was screaming, I knew I was, but no sound. Just muffled underwater noise.”
― The Way I Used to Be
He pulls it up around my neck, exposing my whole body, my whole naked, awkward body. And he shoves a fistful of it into my mouth, choking me. I was gagging, but he just kept pushing it into my mouth, pushing, pushing, pushing, until it wouldn't go in any farther.
I didn't understand why, not until I tried to scream. I was screaming, I knew I was, but no sound. Just muffled underwater noise.”
― The Way I Used to Be
“The bed frame creaks like a rusty swing swaying back and forth, moans like a haunted house and something like glass shatters.
Shatters inside of you and the tiny slivers of this horrible thing splinter off and travel through your veins, beelining it straight to your heart.
Next stop: brain. I tried to think of anything, anything except it hurts. It hurts. It hurts so bad. Quickly though, the pain became secondary to the fact that I thought I might actually die. I couldn't breathe.
No sound could get out of my mouth and no air could get in. And the weight of his body was crushing me to the point I thought my ribs would snap right in half and puncture a lung.”
― The Way I Used to Be
Shatters inside of you and the tiny slivers of this horrible thing splinter off and travel through your veins, beelining it straight to your heart.
Next stop: brain. I tried to think of anything, anything except it hurts. It hurts. It hurts so bad. Quickly though, the pain became secondary to the fact that I thought I might actually die. I couldn't breathe.
No sound could get out of my mouth and no air could get in. And the weight of his body was crushing me to the point I thought my ribs would snap right in half and puncture a lung.”
― The Way I Used to Be
“Not that I enjoy the parties all that much, but I enjoy losing myself and there's always someone there. Ready, waiting. Waiting for something to happen. Just like me.”
― The Way I Used to Be
― The Way I Used to Be
“By 2:53 it was over.
He let go of my arms. It was over, it was over, I told myself.
When he ripped the nightgown out of my mouth, I started coughing and gasping. I had almost suffocated to death, but he couldn't even let me have that simple bodily reaction.
He clamped his hand over my mouth. He was out of breath, his mouth almost touching mine, his words wet: “Shut up. Shut up. Listen to me. Listen.”
He held my face still so that I had to look directly into his eyes. His eyes were the eyes he always had, but they burned me now, burned right into me.
“Shhshhshh,” he whispered as he peeled away strands of tear-soaked hair from my face, tucking them behind my ears, like, gently over and over again, his hands on me like it's the most normal thing, like this was just supposed to be.”
― The Way I Used to Be
He let go of my arms. It was over, it was over, I told myself.
When he ripped the nightgown out of my mouth, I started coughing and gasping. I had almost suffocated to death, but he couldn't even let me have that simple bodily reaction.
He clamped his hand over my mouth. He was out of breath, his mouth almost touching mine, his words wet: “Shut up. Shut up. Listen to me. Listen.”
He held my face still so that I had to look directly into his eyes. His eyes were the eyes he always had, but they burned me now, burned right into me.
“Shhshhshh,” he whispered as he peeled away strands of tear-soaked hair from my face, tucking them behind my ears, like, gently over and over again, his hands on me like it's the most normal thing, like this was just supposed to be.”
― The Way I Used to Be
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