Graham Fuller/Matthew James
The sunlight peeps through the curtains, a soft breeze caresses my face, like an old friend. I lie on my back, afraid to move incase I lose everything all over again.
I remember, I remember, I chant these two words over and over in my mind. I remember the life I had, and how it was snatched away from me, and the horrendous acts I was forced to partake in.
That woman made me her puppet, forcing me to hurt my son, and then my little Star, the tiny part of me that was real, always knew that Star was special, knew that what I was being made to do was breaking me inside.
It is time to face my nightmares, time to face the ones I hurt the most. I sit up in bed, looking at my legs. They are skin and bone, and hardly looked like they could take my weight.
Pushing my
