Dear anyone reading this,

Hello :)! So here it goes. I was never good at writing or talking about my shit because it would turn out short because i can remember much, its my brain blocking things out. So yeah. I was sexually abused by my brother from ages 11-13(i think) and yeah. It became so... routine to my little self that i thought it was normal. The most recent happened on a car ride, i was in the back seat with him and my parents were in the front and put his hand on my thigh and i felt so small that i only let out a tiny noise. I cried silently for the rest of the car ride and i had to say goodbye to him with a hug, my parents didn't know; one day i told my guidance counselor and she called the cops, i still remember the way my mom screamed at me "WHY, WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME" my mom is also a shitty person too btw ahaha. I had to be pulled from the room and i had to cry in front of my principle. I overheard my case worker say "i don't wanna give her anymore trauma" and i laugh at that now because holy fuck i had more coming. I feel bad for my algebruh teacher because she was cross the hall probably grading my test or something. Later on i had to go to this building and i got questioned for 3 hours straight. Yeah- My eyes felt so dry after that. Then the virus happened and my brother was coming back from college and me and him at to be in the same place, my house. The most he gave me was a shitty apology. Then my mom yelled at me for "ruining him" which is fair. My mom emotionally and maybe physically abused me for most of my childhood and almost made me killed myself that one time, yeah. So yeah, im stuck in this house, i feel like a fucking animal being kept in a cage, i was so tempted to tell the cops everything but i know i could never go back. So im going to run, as fast as i can. I cant stay here any longer, not like this.

Love, a ghost