And that's when I stopped caring.
At some point in an abused girl's life, there was something that clicked in her head. Something in her mind told her that there was never a person in the world who would come to her rescue and the people here now would continue to cut her from the inside out for the rest of her life.
At the ripe age of 1...2...and 3... there was something inside that was lost forever.
When he stuck himself in her without permission. When he crossed the only boundary she had left. He took something from her that couldn't be taken by a friend. Something that could never be stolen by a robber. There was nothing left in her heart after that moment.
Being completely disconnected from my emotions has been the easiest thing in the world to me. And I can see it all over her face too. Its just what happens. It takes someone conditioned to be able to handle so many things and not be phased. Who do you know can get molested and go to the store for crackers an hour later?
They have nothing left so they hold on to what they've got. Where does that leave them?
