Trying to Forget

this is what i can remember...

"Hey, is it ok if i take her out for ice cream?"

for a good while, that's all i looked forward to. ice cream. any five-year-old would. but little did i know that i would find myself enveloped in a mess of hands, legs and whimpering. i knew it didn't feel right but he was going to give me ice cream, eventually....right?


the strange man returned me back to my parents and all i wanted to do was sleep. and so i slept.

to this day, i can't imagine telling anyone what happened. because it didn't end there. let's add on another three years till it all finally ended.