Addie.

I was kicking and screaming, trying to just get away from it all but had nowhere to run now. Experience had taught me what would happen next, it was only a matter of time. Yet I couldn't bring myself to give in. For my entire life I had always given in but now it felt like I had something to fight for; I fought like hell. In the end it was no use, I couldn't stop what happened no matter how hard I tried.  

Screams echoed against my plain walls when I woke up struggling and trapped by my blankets; the only sound I've made since that night in the Ally. The single worst event of my life that I was forced to relive it not just every single night in my dreams, but almost every waking moment.

There was no escaping it; I felt like I was thrown in ocean during hurricane season. My body was just being thrown around while I tried to break the surface again and I was slowly losing my will to fight. I wasn't sure if I wanted to fight anymore. They took all the fight in me I had left in that hospital room.

No, I'm not being one of those dramatic people who say a bad hair day or grade was this horrible event in my life and it's the equivalent of dying slowly.This was so much more. With every breath I wish I just died that night, then I wouldn't be forced to live like this. 

I had long ago been broken; ruined. They stole everything except the breaths I took... leaving me to continue dying inside and damning me to relive the torture my parents threw me into to be forgotten.