Abuse And Molestation: A Fictional Narrative

When she was alone, in her dark, hopeless room, her heart raced, her hands got clammy. All she could think about was what she could’ve possibly done wrong. Her guilt took over, she leaned over and grabbed a razor. As she pulled her sleeve up, one slice at a time, every cut is one time she thought she messed up in life. Her mind is scattered in a million different directions. She feels so alone, a feeling she’s never felt before. As her arms and legs drip with bright red blood, she cries. Her tears represent the pain no one’s ever seen before. She’s seen as a happy, outgoing girl, but what they don't know is that she’s hurt. She’s so anxious, asking herself what she’s possibly done wrong to deserve such pain, the torture he’s put her through. Her dad abuses her. Every hit, every argument makes her feel a little more worthless. her name is Alexis, Alexis Robinson. This all begun for Alexis 10 years ago. She was 3 years old...so innocent and sweet. Nothing she could do to stop the abuse. She was bruised head to toe, but no one thought twice about it. They saw it as a clumsy 3 year old. Alexis grew up thinking the abuse and molestation was normal. She was told this is done to everyone. If only she knew...so soft spoken, she never said a word about it. She was scared, oh so scared. living life in heartbreak, was it her …show more content…
This destroyed her. Could things get any worse? She’s now lost her dad for 3 whole years. The angry, the overwhelming depression took over, she cut her wrist, deeper than ever. Reaching for a pill bottle, Alexis took a handful of painkillers. Was this the end of her journey? Is the torture finally ending? The moment Alexis had been craving for so long. She got out her paper and pencil, letter by letter. She was saying goodbye to everyone she loved and cared about. Leaving her mom, brother, and step dad was going to be the hardest for her. Slowly falling asleep, she thought this was the