Etikett: friendship
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Cherry blossoms in my heart
TRIGGER warning – violent assault, threats, child sexual abuse, manipulation. This is out of context unless the blog has been read in a chronological order. Bianca, 6 years old: A soft wind caresses my face and cherry petals carried by it swirl everywhere. I skip to catch the petals, as I walk down the street […]
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Sherwood Forest
TRIGGER warning – cult abuse, morbid jealousy. This is out of context unless the blog has been read in a chronological order. Princess, 6 years old: Under the green foliage, everything is peaceful. Snow is melting on the ground and from the trees fall drops of ice cold water. It’s spring. I inhale sweet, crisp […]
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Life of the Normal Self
This is out of context unless the blog has been read in a chronological order. I sit on the porch beside my Grandfather, considering green lawns and flowerbeds. ”You think the bad memories hurt”, he ruminates, sipping a little on an amber, firey liquid. ”You’ll see. When you’re my age the bad, the scary memories […]
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Before
TRIGGER warning – cult abuse, dissociation. This is out of context unless the blog has been read in a chronological order. Guinevere and Giselle, 5 years old: It was a bleak, sad autumn. The fun and beautiful things shone all the more brightly against the backdrop of mournfulness. Out of all of us, Bianca was […]
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Giselle
This is out of context unless the blog has been read in a chronological order. My best memory is how I got my name. I’ve replayed it in my mind a million times. I was seven years old and I was crying when I rushed into the kitchen. Eric was washing the dishes and asked […]
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Heroes
Trigger warning – child sexual abuse, drugs This is out of context unless the blog has been read in a chronological order. Guinevere, around 5 years old: ”They didn’t even get our clothes off! Only my pants, and I’m putting them on right now!” Philip, one of my older cousins, was performing a victory dance […]
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Shelter from the rain
Trigger warning – child abuse Furious drops of water cascaded against the windows and rushed in rivulets across the street outside. It was cold in the stairwell. We huddled on the marble floor, leaned back against the wall. I was probably the warmest of us, sitting on your lap and sheltered by your arms. Someone […]