(Very personal prompt for me. It hit home.)

It was late one night.

Raining.

Cold.

I was five.

Hiding upstairs.

It the grownups room.

Under the sheets.

Suffocating, I could hardly breathe.

That’s when she approached me.

My friend.

Or so I thought.

She took advantage of me.

Did things I never dreamed.

Took my very innocence.

Broke me at every seem.

Told me I needed to learn this so I’d know how to be with others.

I was FIVE, I didn’t have a lover.

Too stunned to speak.

So I kept it inside.

Until I was to troubled to continue to lie .

My parents said everything was going to be fine.

Parents lie.

They also never did anything about it.

Said to much time passed.

And I think that hurts the most.

That they got away with it.

Every unwarranted thing.

I was just a kid.

And now it’s too late.