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More weird dreams last night:
I was in a mental hospital after I was rescued from an awful situation. I knew I'd been raped and sliced up, but I didn't remember it, so it wasn't so bad. I just spent time recovering from the physical part and dealing with the knowledge. Then the memories came back. Oh, agony!
I was one of fourteen foster kids who weren't allowed to eat and who kept trying to run away. We were all damaged in some way. I couldn't walk properly. My "older brother" couldn't either, but he took the best care of me that he could. We were close in age, see? He helped me escape, and we ran up the hill to the nice lady with the candy. Then we made it out to the road, only to get recaptured. We were forced to count all the food we weren't going to get to eat.
Pop! A Reese's Peanut Butter Cup exploded in my closet. Turns out it was moldy. I gave it to Papa anyway. I was me again, and on my way to a doctor's office for a blood test and a pelvic exam. As it happened, the young resident who was supposed to see me just wouldn't, despite the intense pelvic pain I was experiencing.
That's all I remember.
I was in a mental hospital after I was rescued from an awful situation. I knew I'd been raped and sliced up, but I didn't remember it, so it wasn't so bad. I just spent time recovering from the physical part and dealing with the knowledge. Then the memories came back. Oh, agony!
I was one of fourteen foster kids who weren't allowed to eat and who kept trying to run away. We were all damaged in some way. I couldn't walk properly. My "older brother" couldn't either, but he took the best care of me that he could. We were close in age, see? He helped me escape, and we ran up the hill to the nice lady with the candy. Then we made it out to the road, only to get recaptured. We were forced to count all the food we weren't going to get to eat.
Pop! A Reese's Peanut Butter Cup exploded in my closet. Turns out it was moldy. I gave it to Papa anyway. I was me again, and on my way to a doctor's office for a blood test and a pelvic exam. As it happened, the young resident who was supposed to see me just wouldn't, despite the intense pelvic pain I was experiencing.
That's all I remember.