June 7th

His hands grabbed my neck and pulled me into an unwanted kiss.

Bruises left a trail of how he hurt me. A path of how he explored my body on a expedition I did NOT want to be on.

The name that will forever haunt me. The name of the man who raped me. Who broke me: on what I thought would be forever.

I believe that the world is cruel and a bruise looks like a galaxy.

June 7th: Four days after my 14th birthday. Everything changed that day, but that's not the day I would like to focus on. June 7th is only important because it influenced the events of June 16th.