Before reading this please be warned its graphic but its the first time I have typed the event out since it happened..

 Aside from poverty, it was the age of five that was the worst time of my life and would set my course for the future. I was asked if I wanted to spend the weekend at my aunties, ofcourse being five I thought there was no better option so I said yes. I did not know she had a son. A nineteen year old son. One day this satanic creature was told to watch me while this vile woman went to work. I had been alone with him for maybe twenty minutes before he told me to go to the basement as he built a fort out of mattresses. I went into this fort thinking we would play innocently, he had another idea. He decided that we would play house. I was told I was the wife and he was the husband. That was fine, I played house with my cousins and school friends all the time. This version was different. I remember trying to leave because I knew something was off so I said “ I have to go to work now.” I figured that was so genius I could leave. I was wrong. He insisted I shower, I started to pretend wash my hair and he said “ you have to shower without any clothes.” I remember feeling so scared and so small. I did everything he told me to do. A few minutes went by before he decided we were done. We went upstairs and he started throwing toys at me. I kept fetching the toys and bringing them back to him like a dog because I was so scared he would hurt me. I remember looking at the door and wondering how fast I could run and what would happen if he caught me. How loud could I scream? Would a neighbour hear me? Would they take it seriously and call the police? Or would he catch me and kill me. I felt so helpless. His mother got home that night and I couldn’t bring myself to tell her. I slept on the couch and stayed awake the entire time. I stared at his door the entire night terrified he would come out and do something to me again. I cried until I couldn’t breathe. The next day his mom went to work again.  He saw I had a hole in my pants so he had me lay on the floor while he tore them and decided to examine me. I froze, I said and did nothing. When I thought he was finally finished he got a turkey baster and put it inside of me. I remember wondering what I did to deserve this. He told me if I told anyone he would kill my entire family. After that he pushed me head first down the stairs. His mom asked me what happened and I said nothing. They decided to go to the bar and I begged his mom not to have him watch me but she didn’t listen. He had friends come over and locked me in his moms room. I wasn’t allowed food or to leave. He screamed at me in front of them and they laughed. I got a bloody nose and tried to ask to go to the bathroom to clean up and he wouldn’t let me. I cried while bleeding in her bed. I just wanted my mom and dad. I just wanted to go home. I wanted this torture to be done. The next day before I left he bit my entire back up and down. I finally got home and didn’t say a word until I was 16. I told a different auntie and she said she knew something happened because his mom dropped me off at her house and she saw the bite marks and then told my mom. I found out my mom knew but didn’t look into it or tell anyone. I could have gotten justice but my mom stripped me of that. I told my oldest sister and she told me to get over it and stop being upset with my mom. I can not talk to anyone about it because they get uncomfortable and feel sorry for me. I have to live with this in the back of my mind for the rest of my life. I still feel disgusting when a man touches me. I don’t know if ill become stronger because of this or if this will be the reason I end my life. I know its morbid but nonetheless its nice to finally speak about it. I cried and had several breakdowns typing this all. I am naturally a strong person and everytime i think about what happened and how sad and gross I feel I get even more upset because he turned me into a person that crumbles whenever I think about what HE did.