what ive done

 I woke up one morning trying to figure out what I had done the night before. But for some reason my memory was blank. I thought of a million reasons why my body was sore and where the blood had came from. As I pulled back the sheets covering me I revealed more blood. Yet this time the blood was dripping from an area that made me not wonder what but who.

I had been raped or violated in some kind of sexual way. I felt dirty and scared. But i couldn't just go to the police and say that I had been raped, I didn't even know what happened. The truth of this story is I'm always scared. No matter if I'm being raped or if I'm picking out a dress in the mall. We are always scared. Yup that's right even you. We're scared because our life is based on something or someone else. And this honey is just the clear truth!