A Child Deprived of her Childhood
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A Child Deprived of her Childhood.
She is surrounded by beauty yet her heart is bitter, bitter towards the
one who was always there when everyone rejected her.
Not able to raise a brow at me as I pass. Icy and tense is the
atmosphere. Hurt and angry, not a wrong word was said to her.
She was supposed to protect, no reject me.
The number 13, an unlucky it's meant to be. To that I would agree. All
those years, and now nothing? Filled with childish disagreements but
filled with love and respect too.
Yet a much darker side to this once so wonderful dear friendship,
crawls into this unfortunate picture.
A child, stripped of her innocence. This Ice Queen, introduced physical
activities that where of the adult nature, to an impressionable,
sensitive little girl who had not yet developed in mind or body.
Obscene games that often left me afraid and hurt, both physically and
mentally.
A typical teenager she was not, or was this what every girl got?
Memories mainly consist of this torture, how she cradled me like a
lover, instead of the baby I was.
Was this right or was this wrong? Not even a decade old to
understand.
And now two decades have passed, the question is asked. Do I still
shake in fear and disgust? Do I constantly question myself? Do I replay
all those terrible memories in my mind? I'll leave that for you to
imagine!
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