I was about 6 or 7 when my mom got a serious boyfriend and he lived with us. He was nice to.. a little too nice. He was friendly but too friendly. He would buy me things, and want things in return. It was just touching me, kissing my neck.. and then some. I know he did more to me I know there’s more but my mind goes blank. But when I see him around my town I freeze, literally. It’s the scariest thing I’ve ever experienced. That’s how I know something went wrong. After fourth grade, I was disgustingly depressed, cut, burned, binged than threw up. Tried to end my life so many times if it wasn’t for my cousin I wouldn’t be here right now. But over time, I’ve remembered piece by piece but not the whole picture. I want to remember but I’m too afraid.