Days later I speak with the police. Despite my wrist being cut open, nobody even suggests that I was attempting suicide. There is no need to even suggest it though, because as I explained to the police, this has happened before. Having my wrist sliced open and left to die. I almost feel sorry for my attacker, he has failed twice now. I am however relieved to discover I have not been raped this time. He just came to finish the job. Yet, it is not very clear to me what happened. I keep having flashbacks from that day nearly 3 years ago, and it is messing with my head. That is when I first met Hayley, an eight year old girl who had been sexually abused by her father for three years! He tried to kill me back then too, but I reached help just in time.
Hayley is doing just fine at the moment, her father has been in prison since that day, well, until now. She has been through counseling and through frequent chats with me she seems to have pulled through. She is still wary of men though, but I guess that is only to be expected when the one man you are supposed to be able to trust fucks you over, no pun intended. I hear she has got a boyfriend now, it is sweet really, and I am glad she is still able to form new relationships. I do however suspect that when the time comes that she is old enough for sex, the trust will become an issue once more. I spoke with her mum earlier, she reckons we should not tell her that he is out of prison, but personally I think this is a mistake. I have never lied to Hayley and I am not about to start now. So we agreed that I will not say anything unless she asks.
I wonder if I will pull through this time, how my friends will react when they find out the truth that I have been so eager to forget. I guess it is all out in the open now.
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