My true name is zarka but many know me as tareya this is my past and my story. my mom was gang raped by three men then beaten to death. My dad went insane with grief thinking that it was my nine year old sisters fault. that's when my nightmare of life began. he began to beat her, rape her every night I would lay in my bed with tears falling down my face as I heard her screaming out of pain. Begging my dad to stop what he was doing. And every time she would beg he would punch her. But I dare not intervene not after the morning. I tried get off my dad who was past out off of her. as I was pushing him off of her she mouthed thank you I nodded my head after I got him off of her I hugged her I can't imagine what she had been though. He woke up my sisters face was stricken with fear. He grabbed me and pulled me out of the room and made me do the most painfulness thing I could do to my sister or else he would kill her
I would have to rape her as I went inside my dad said 'be rough with her or else I will kill her' I walked to the bed and pinned my little sister she screamed brother no please ahhhhhh as I raped her. After I was done I looked at her pain filled face. her body was bruised and blood ran down her thighs she whisper though her sobs 'why' I whisper' to protect you' I ran to my room and cried I kept saying that I did what was right until I passed out. Since then I dare not intervene.
I remember the day before my mom died my sister drawn a picture of a boy with blue eyes and navy hair he had no shirt on but he had a black jacket on. Hanging on his neck was silver locket he had steel cargo pants and had steel plated shoes. She gave it to me along with a camera I took a photo of her smiling with the camera that she gave me.
But now she never smiles her face is never happy it's always a pain filled one. Then I heard my dad suddenly yell 'DIE YOU BITCH' I ran into my sisters room where I saw something that will change me forever. My sister was dead her body had several holes in her chest she was in a pool of red liquid my dad laughed fanatical and in my dads hand was a knife coved in blood I ran and punched him in the face I yelled' YOU FUCKING BASTARD ' I grabbed the knife and stabbed him in his cold heart.
I carried my sister to a gave yard and buried her body there and said 'im sorry' then I went to get gasoline I pour it in and on the house. Then I lit a match and threw it into the house and walked to a place where my past can't come back. Now every morning I put on my steel cargo pants and black jacket and steel plated shoes and look in my mirror that has the picture taped on it. One thing I will not remove from my body is a silver locket that holds a very special photo of a smiling little girl. I once knew and loved very greatly I never forgot her name……….. Tareya
