Hi everyone, so I'm going to write about why I'm writing this story.
A few years ago, I was raped. I questioned everything and everyone afterwards because it was someone who I thought was a friend. I was 16 at the time.
So this story, is my sincerest heart pour of anger over that incident. I had originally posted the parts I've completed on another forum, but the forum staff weren't happy with it due to its sexual and vile nature.
There are several parts of the story that I have no idea how I wrote, the part regarding the forced abortion for instance. I had an abortion myself, but it was at Planned Parenthood. The reaction portrayed was how I reacted. When I got home, I sat in the shower and cried. I was bedridden for a week and I went onto some anti-depressants. I take Zoloft and Xanax currently to help my cognative state.
I really appreciate all of you who read this and I hope to continue them.
I'm just sort of busy at the moment, so time to write is scarce.
Thanks and I love you all!