Toy Shed Nightmare

I still remember the dark dirty floor of the toy shed in the backyard. The pain as every piece of clothing I had on was getting torn off in fast motions. The hand covering my mouth as I screamed for someone to help me. The help never came. As I screamed with the sweaty hand over my mouth I thought that this was it, I was going to die. I was only six years old, all my hopes and dreams were over, nothing pursued. The pain was something I'd never felt before, it wasn't a cut nor a scrap. This pain would never go away or heal. Then as if time stood still I lay there thinking what my parents would think when I told them what had happened. I tried so hard to get myself to safety, but I was weak every move I made felt like the world was crashing down on me. When really it was a fourteen year old boy crushing me as he forced his way into my innocence. Taking away every purity I had and leaving me with pain and suffering. At that moment I prayed that I would die. For to live a life with this pain and wound that would never heal was unbearable. As I stopped screaming I thought I had died. The pain was still there but I felt a light shine on me. As I looked up I realized the torture was over he had fled the toy shed and went back into his house. I lay there naked in my own blood trying to figure out why this all happened, and why it had happened to me. To this day there isn't a moment that goes by that I don't think about that day in the toy shed. The pain and suffering still lurks in my head as I dream at night. It isn't forgotten and never will be, for that is how I learn and grow. Sharing and preventing is something I strive for. No one should feel that way. No one should cause that pain. For that pain lasts a life time.