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I was a small child when it all had happened. I don't really remember my age if I am being honest, probably around 7?, I don't know, but what I do know is that it wasn't something a small child should have gone through.

Ofcourse this world is complicated. It has ups and downs and that we have to be ready for to conquer it as we can't always be a child but what will a child know of it?

Rape.
This thing, where a person uses someone else's body for their own pleasure without the consent of the one being used, is not normal. Not normal for the one being used.

I had not asked him to use me or touch me where I didnt even know what is.

I had not asked to be used and shamed on.

I was thrown out of my own house because I was raped.

I was shunned by my own parents because they didn't believe in me.

They believed the one who raped me...

The one who raped me had roamed around freely unlike me...who was hated by everyone JUST because I was raped.

Raped by .... Him.

Him.
The perfect son.
The perfect brother.
The perfect friend.
The perfect uncle.
The perfect raper.

It was a sweet game he introduced to me. Being young and curious, I agreed on playing. "Touch" *snort* now, it looks so obvious, but then? When I...when I was playing...I didn't knew it.

Ofcourse at the first attempt he failed. I had cried cause it hurt. I ran away towards my mother saying it hurts but I couldn't say what. I couldn't decipher my feelings. I tried To tell my mom about how I am feeling bad but I couldn't. Not when my mother trusted my uncle so much. He was a doctor afterall. The one who can never do wrong.

Dad knew about it. About uncle. He got mad. Mad that his brother used his own daughter. But later on he said nothing. He ignored me as if I meant nothing.

I loved my parents a lot. Surely I would be mad at small inconveniences that would take place but I would always try to understand it. Being six years old, I was smarter and understandable than other children. That's what grand nanny used to tell me. Anyways, that night, mom told me that she hates me. She hated that I was her child. It's confusing. She always told me how happy her life became after I came into her life but then that night, she told me that she never wanted me at the first place.

Dad....he didn't say anything and left home with her telling me to sleep.

I didn't hear from them after that night. Why? They died. Car accident. Someone let the brake fail. Of course the cops things that it was an accident but I know it's not. How? I had seen my so called uncle play with the car just that evening. He told that he was just checking the car's engine.

Stupid. I felt.

He got my custody. Obviously as he was my uncle. He accepted me. I was scared. He acted strange. Made me a princess. As if I was his daughter... princess.

I left the place. It was too much for me to handle. Since I didn't trust him, my social worker place me in an orphanage. And that's how I met my dear "twin" brother, Koaka. It was a coincidence that our names rhymed. One of the reason why his parents adopted me.

My life was going okay, apart from the fact that I was misunderstood by many people, it was okay.

But not now.

Not after my uncle is back and that he wants me.

Not after Koaka's parents started to act strange in that night which I still don't have any recollections of.

Not after I...ran away.

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