Okay so this is something I wrote a while ago
Not really sure what this would go under
give me your honest opinion on this please :]
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Help Me;
I remember it like yesterday.
There I sat. Crying for all the nonexistant agony.
Crying for the pain that I was not feeling.
Crying for all of the cuts, bruises I knew were not there.
I remember feeling helpless. I couldn't do anything to help. She was the one it happened to,
not I.
She was the one who had been raped.
When she walked out of those white hospital doors she was not the same person she had been before.
She was cold.
Dishearted even.
I tried to break through her shell. I tried to unlock the chains she put around her heart.
As her sister I felt it as my duty to do something, anything.
I tried day after day to get through to her.
Each day she would just dig deeper into herself.
One night. Months later. I was asleep in my cozy bed when I heard my door creep open.
It was her. My sister. Not the one who had gone inside herself. Not the person she had been before, but she was close.
She was almost there.
She walked over to my bedside and said one word. The first word she had said in a long time.
"Help."
