But I couldn’t stop the pain in my body and my heart.
I wanted to tell him that it was Lana, together with some boys from our class, who stripped off my clothes and took photos of me.
A harmless smile graced Lana’s beautiful face.
“Caroline, if you dare reveal it, I’ll spread these photos
“Let’s see what Dexter will think of you.”
Did it matter if I revealed it or not? I didn’t know.
I started taking medication and losing handfuls of hair
But it was useless.
I went to a psychological clinic.
The doctor gently touched my head, her eyes filled with tenderness and concern that were rare to me. My nose tingled, tears streaming down.
I had never received such kindness and care before.
‘Caroline, you’re still young, and your future is long.
‘There’s no obstacle you can’t overcome.
‘If you can’t talk to your family, tell me.‘
My last shred of sanity restrained me from self–destruction.
Countless times, I picked up a knife, wanting to cut my wrists.
Then I rethought my actions because the memory of my mother’s struggles to give me life always came to mind. I know that she would want me to cherish my life, and the thought of her seeing me in such a state would break her heart.
I kept reminding myself that I was worthy of love.
I was a good child, a little princess deserving to be cherished.
But the reality was the opposite.
