It was about 8:00 so I decided to go to bed since I had school in the morning. They didn’t come back from the hospital until later on the next day and that’s when the husband took his chance. I’ve always felt him watching me and staring at me but I never thought anything of it. He came into my room and I started to scream but he slapped me and he constantly hit me until I was barely conscious. I prayed to god that he would help me out of that situation but no he didn’t. No one came, no one helped and I was sent away because his wife did nothing. The only reason someone found out is because my teacher came to the house one evening when they were out to check on me. I’ve never felt safe anywhere else ever since.
That was until I was here in this particular house with these particular people. They had family and friends there to greet me and I couldn’t do anything, but smile because it was this one woman who reminded me of my grandmother. I still didn’t touch anyone or talk to anyone. I just smiled and nodded, but then I felt this wave of nausea and I knew that I was beginning to feel uncomfortable because more and more people kept entering.