It's been 10 years since IT happened but it felt as though it was hours ago. The physical damage of it all had long since passed but the mental and emotional trauma never left. Not a day went by that I didn't think about what HE did. I've had to deal with it for most of my life and I blamed myself the whole time. Now that I think about it I never did anything to cause it. I guess it was one of those things that happened. I never thought the hate and self-loathing would ever end and it never seemed to. Everyone told me they understood what I was going through but over the years I realized my ordeal was something you had to go through to understand. Not one person tried to understand me, everyone I met seemed to already have a preconceived idea of what I was like. But I wasn't their fault, how could anyone possibly know what goes on behind closed doors.

A/N: So here it is my first chapter of my first story hope you liked it. I know its short but the rest will be longer. Well I'm gonna go now so read and review. No flames please. Thanks!