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Kate L. Wilhoit
“I still cried in the shower. It was safe, nobody would know. Nobody would see the tears roll down my face. Nobody would see me stuff the washcloth in my mouth so it would muffle the sounds of my s...ver mais“I still cried in the shower. It was safe, nobody would know. Nobody would see the tears roll down my face. Nobody would see me stuff the washcloth in my mouth so it would muffle the sounds of my screams! And I screamed so loud! I sat in the bottom of the shower and cried. “I cried for every time I saw my mother with a black eye. I cried for every time my dad broke into tears at the sounds of my mother telling him how worthless he was. I cried for the memory of my sissy tearing her little baby hair out! I cried for that angel who tempted me with the thought of a place where these visions go away, and then ripping it away from me! I cried that nobody knew I was crying! I cried until my eyes hurt, until I couldn’t take my heart ripping from my chest, but most important I cried for the fact that I had been robbed of what was supposed to have happened! I was NOT supposed to survive that coma! It wasn’t right! Why was I here? What was my purpose? Deep down I was still a freak, still ugly, still that little girl who was the “family dog” in the doll corner, still escaping into books, still ashamed, still scared, still crying out for help, still disappointed, still let down, still invisible.”ver menos