Hello.... I've been wanting to tell this story for awhile and I just didn't know who I could trust... But I have to get it out there... My name is Karie and my story begins when I was just a little girl. My father,my sister and I moved into my uncle 's house. His house was... Bigger then we were used to... My father list his job and we soon lost our apartment we had lived in for as long as I could remember then... I never really knew my mother... Learned much later she left my father and became a lesbian right after I was born but back to the story at hand. My uncle was surprisingly happy to take us in without charging us a dime... We got settled in and moved what belongings we had in. There was certainly enough room for us... His 4 bedroom 2 bathroom house when he was the only one living there... It was a pretty nice house... Better then what I was used to at least... We ate that day and when to bed that night... That night he came into my room and I woke up with his hand in my panties... I started to move and he just shushed me and told me it will be okay.... He kept rubbing me down there for awhile before leaving the room... I was too scared to tell anybody.... I knew we would end up on the streets if I did.... He continued this for a long time... Even got a little more bold after a few years... Fast forward I'm 11 he had been rapeing me for years... This time I didn't want to take it anymore... I just wanted my life to be over... So I went into the bathroom filled the tub poured a bottle of bleach in layers in the water and slit my wrists as deep as I could... Until I felt it grind bone.... I was determined not to have to go through that again... But it wasn't enough... None of it was enough... I woke up in the hospital... My wrists sown up and an IV in me... All I could do was cry... They kept me for awhile and I was released... Back into that hell... Fast forward again... I'm 13... He's still doing those things to me... One night I'm walking home from the local mall it was a little later then I thought and the sun went down... I saw a girl crying under a streetlight... She was about my age and considering I was bi curious then I thought she was kind of cute... I walked up to her to see if she was okay asking multiple times walking towards her and then I got this feeling something wasn't right... That's the last thing I remember before waking up in the morning in a nearby ditch... I was dizzy and it took me awhile before I could even move... Considering I was laying on rocks I really wanted to too... But after awhile I was able to regain myself... I had blood on my neck but I just wiped it off... I wasn't cut so it couldn't of been mine... So whatever you know? I dizzily wales my way home and was greeted by my dad who hugged me tight before yelling at me asking where I had been... I roles him the best way I could... "I guess I passed out on my way home"... He took me to the doctor and the doctor said other then a few bruises and a cold I seemed fine.... I felt like something had changed tho... It seemed like that couldn't of just been a hallucination... I passed it off and continued my life.... A few days after that my uncle tried to rape me again... And I killed him... I couldn't help it... It seemed almost like my body was acting on it's own.... They ruled it a suicide... I was the only one home that night... My sister had a date and my dad had to go... You know how it is the first date. Lack of suspects and a little girl who wouldn't speak... They had no choice. ... I'm now 15 years old... I've been living with this and images of that night still haunt me... Even more so then the nights before... My uncle took every tiny shred of my innocents with him to his grave... And left me fill of so guilt and regret like no other....