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by ChildrenAssociation, Pakistan Apr 1, 2004
Child & Youth Rights   Short Stories


I’m a fifteen year old girl and pretty much like the rest. The only difference is that I have been to hell and back! At the age of thirteen something terrible happened to me and the only reason I am recalling it is because I want to make people aware! I don’t want other children my age to have to suffer.

It was a normal day until 5 pm. He moved towards the door and I heard a click. My heartbeat doubled. He had locked the door. He, then, disappeared into the storeroom to get something. I kept working, pretending not to know what was going on. I saw him coming out of the storeroom with a gun in his hand. I wanted to run and get away from everything, but my feet were glued to the ground. My voice seemed to have vanished all of a sudden and my scream came out as a whisper. My legs were numb and I could feel the tears forming in my eyes.

“Take off your clothes,” he ordered. I didn’t budge. He unbuttoned his shirt and unzipped his pants. The memory is clear in my head to this day. He moved closer to me and tried to take off my clothes. I was resistant—as resistant as I could have been. But the threat to kill my family was too hard for me to bear with. I still wish he had killed me that day, but he had chosen to steal my youth instead. I was like a normal thirteen year old not in the least bit aware of the torture so many go through. I remember how painful an experience it was, and how much he enjoyed it. As I bled and cried that day, my mind developed a fear against all men. I started avoiding everyone; even my parents!!

Today, almost two years later, I still suffer from Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome. Every night, I stay up till late hoping that I don’t fall asleep and have another nightmare. Sometimes when I close my eyes, I see a clear picture of him raping me. I wish I could escape from all this and go somewhere else. I have so many nightmares that my life has become a nightmare in itself!

I was used and abused like a toy, once ruined, it could be trashed. I sometimes feel like it was my fault—had I screamed, I would either have been saved, or shot! Both seem like better options today, as compared to letting someone steal my innocence. After the rape, I thought of suicide, but never got down to doing it. Today, I am alive, but unsure of what to do with myself. I will never forgive myself for what happened - Never!

I advise everyone to always be on the lookout for men like these. I was unaware then—I don’t want others to be! I was unable to save myself and I regret it. Learn from my story… don’t let some pervert ruin your life!



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Shahrul Izwan Bin Naser | Apr 20th, 2004
it is really great...hi quality!!

Murali Krishnan | May 19th, 2004
the first person narrative is really effective. Also the perpective is different. I always felt life comes first and every sorrow could be burried. But such incidents do make you think otherwise.

Very good
Dharanya | May 30th, 2004
It was very good story. Good writing skills. Good work!!

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