Hey guys! It's me @aquariyoursxx once again. This article is already a day late. After all the commotion and issue that happened yesterday, I wanna say sorry since I also participated on the activity alongside with other authors. However, we should not stop writing contents that'll feed our brains.
A girl living without her mom and dad lived with her cousins, uncle and aunties. Her mother worked in a different place to provide for her family. Growing without her mom, it wasn't that sad, she thought. Having her cousins a lot older than her gave her the joy and mother-figure she desired.
When she was about 8 years old, her view in life suddenly changed. She hated herself. Why? One night, when all of them were laying already, sleeping. She had a dream. There, one of her boy cousins, R, laid beside her. Since there aren't any malice, she just let him be. Until she felt something on her lower stomach. She felt her sleeping shorts slowly loosen. When she opened her eyes, she saw her cousin's hand on her shorts. Shocked, she moved slightly. Then her cousin's hand was gone.
The said dream didn't stop there. It even worsened. Dreaming about her cousin carresing her butt while she sleeps and she even dreamt that her cousin rubbed his thing on her butt again, when she slept with her face lying. Slowly she felt disgust on herself. Who wouldn't? Fantasizing about your cousin at a very young age.
The dreams went on and on, she never bothered telling someone. Afraid that the person might avoid her, disgust her and blame her for such insolent mind. Not even her mother, knew about her situation.
Not until she turned 14. It was a rainy and cold night, still she lived in her relative's care. She was sleeping soundly, the sound of the rain tapping her window and the darkness made her sleep faster than usual. Then she felt something. Again, she said. It was a hand, touching her thing. Circling around it. She shifted her position when she felt something was caught on her legs. An arm. It was true. She was not dreaming. She's the victim. As if she prepared for the moment, she hastily kicked her cousin. She shouted. She cursed. She punched her. Anger suddenly rushed through her veins. Not even an ounce of pain she felt. It was all anger.
6 years.
It took her 6 years ro realize; 6 years holding it back; 6 years hating herself.
It took her 6 years to know... the hands on her body was not only in her imagination.
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😢so sad nman this..when one thought that family is the one who would protect one against abuse but the sad truth about others is that family is the one who could and would ruin one..