In the beginning it felt like the nightmares were real. It would take the time over weeks in my dreams that it felt like I was going to die. Sometimes I wanted to. He did things to me that I didn't want him to do. Said things I didn't want him to say. Sleep was getting hard on me. I needed it but the nightmares weren't allowing that to happen for me. I got out of bed and walked into my bathroom. I ran cold water over my face. When I looked back at the person looking back at me I knew that I have changed. Over the years I have grown into what my dad said. I'm strong and know that I am but I still had my thoughts that would bring me down. Down past anything I could think about. Everything was starting to do great but then came Luca. Without him in my life I wouldn't have broken bones yell

