Taylor sat with her back against the wall, her arms wrapped around her knees, as she relived memories of pain.
The broken glass that littered the floor served as a reminder. Everywhere she looked, she saw a memory, the earliest being when she was barely four.
Dying. Perhaps that is how it feels, filled with the thoughts and reminiscence of the life toi have lived, and in some cases, wished toi hadn't.
The slight nine an old sat on the riverbank. There was a boy, about as old as she was sitting suivant to her.
"He did it again, didn't he?" the boy asked softly, gently touching a bruise on the dark haired girl's shoulder.
"Yes," the girl whispered. "It wasn't so bad this time. Only the one."
"He can't do that, Taytay. He's not s'posed to. Remember? The teachers at school say if someone hurts toi toi need to tell the other teachers," the boy protested. The girl smiled vaguely, and shook her head.
"Daddy doesn't mean to. He never remembers what he did, and when he asks me, I'm scared he's gonna start again ou get into trouble or-"
"Tay, it isn't fair. It isn't fair."
"I l’amour my daddy, Jason. He'll get into trouble if I tell anyone. And then what?"
"Tay, toi can live with me and my mom and dad! They won't mind!" Jason a dit earnestly. Once again, the nine an old Taylor shook her head.
"It won't help. Jail is for bad people, and my daddy isn't bad. He just forgets."
A few years...
A fourteen an old girl. Quiet and friendless, except for Jason.
She felt deadened. Detached. She'd run as soon as her father had fallen asleep. Pulled on jeans and a tee-shirt and run. Run to Jason's house.
She frantically knocked on the door, and Jason answered after three. She sank to the floor, sobbing.
"Jason, he raped me."
As soon as the words were out of her mouth, Jason had pulled her to her feet, and dragged her into the living room where his parents were sitting.
A few hours later, and Taylor had retreated in on herself. Gone catatonic. All she remembered of that time was a dreamlike state. Voices rushed past her, but no words registered.
When she woke up, she was sixteen and a warden of the state.
Jason was there when she woke up. He smiled at her sadly and handed her a folder. She hesitated, and opened it to find that it was filled with newspaper clippings.
'7 November 1998'
"What kind of monster would abuse his own daughter for over a decade?" many reporters ask. Taylor Lee Anderson has been the victim of abuse for plus than half her life. Statements donné par the medical team dispatched to care for the adolescent girl hint at severe maltreatment. "Covered in bruises" , "lifeless" and "unresponsive" being among the words used to describe the poor condition.
Bryan Anderson has been rumored to suffer from multiple personality disorder, which is suspected to have been the primary reason for his daughter's reluctance to inform anyone of what he had done to her.
Taylor ha been pronounce catatonic, bordering the line between life and death.
Bryan Anderson has been sentenced to thirteen life terms with no hope of parole, for twelve counts of harassment, assault, and abuse, and one count of rape.
The primary witness being Taylor's childhood friend, who described what Taylor had told him, thus resulting in the court's rule."
Taylor looked up at Jason. He smiled sadly, and said, "I had to, Taytay. I couldn't let him get away with hurting toi like that."
The broken glass that littered the floor served as a reminder. Everywhere she looked, she saw a memory, the earliest being when she was barely four.
Dying. Perhaps that is how it feels, filled with the thoughts and reminiscence of the life toi have lived, and in some cases, wished toi hadn't.
The slight nine an old sat on the riverbank. There was a boy, about as old as she was sitting suivant to her.
"He did it again, didn't he?" the boy asked softly, gently touching a bruise on the dark haired girl's shoulder.
"Yes," the girl whispered. "It wasn't so bad this time. Only the one."
"He can't do that, Taytay. He's not s'posed to. Remember? The teachers at school say if someone hurts toi toi need to tell the other teachers," the boy protested. The girl smiled vaguely, and shook her head.
"Daddy doesn't mean to. He never remembers what he did, and when he asks me, I'm scared he's gonna start again ou get into trouble or-"
"Tay, it isn't fair. It isn't fair."
"I l’amour my daddy, Jason. He'll get into trouble if I tell anyone. And then what?"
"Tay, toi can live with me and my mom and dad! They won't mind!" Jason a dit earnestly. Once again, the nine an old Taylor shook her head.
"It won't help. Jail is for bad people, and my daddy isn't bad. He just forgets."
A few years...
A fourteen an old girl. Quiet and friendless, except for Jason.
She felt deadened. Detached. She'd run as soon as her father had fallen asleep. Pulled on jeans and a tee-shirt and run. Run to Jason's house.
She frantically knocked on the door, and Jason answered after three. She sank to the floor, sobbing.
"Jason, he raped me."
As soon as the words were out of her mouth, Jason had pulled her to her feet, and dragged her into the living room where his parents were sitting.
A few hours later, and Taylor had retreated in on herself. Gone catatonic. All she remembered of that time was a dreamlike state. Voices rushed past her, but no words registered.
When she woke up, she was sixteen and a warden of the state.
Jason was there when she woke up. He smiled at her sadly and handed her a folder. She hesitated, and opened it to find that it was filled with newspaper clippings.
'7 November 1998'
"What kind of monster would abuse his own daughter for over a decade?" many reporters ask. Taylor Lee Anderson has been the victim of abuse for plus than half her life. Statements donné par the medical team dispatched to care for the adolescent girl hint at severe maltreatment. "Covered in bruises" , "lifeless" and "unresponsive" being among the words used to describe the poor condition.
Bryan Anderson has been rumored to suffer from multiple personality disorder, which is suspected to have been the primary reason for his daughter's reluctance to inform anyone of what he had done to her.
Taylor ha been pronounce catatonic, bordering the line between life and death.
Bryan Anderson has been sentenced to thirteen life terms with no hope of parole, for twelve counts of harassment, assault, and abuse, and one count of rape.
The primary witness being Taylor's childhood friend, who described what Taylor had told him, thus resulting in the court's rule."
Taylor looked up at Jason. He smiled sadly, and said, "I had to, Taytay. I couldn't let him get away with hurting toi like that."
We're blind to another one's pain
'Cause we refuse to see
We're deaf to another one's cries
'Cause we refuse to hear
We're dumb to another one's comfort request
'Cause we refuse to speak
But our eyes are wide open
To see another one's mistake
Our ears are open
To hear abouth another one's mistakes
And we can speak
To judge about another one's mistakes
We think we know everything
But we don't know anything
We're ready to judge
But we'd better look in the mirror
Making mistakes is proof your human
Turning your back on those who make them, not so much
He who's without sin,cast the first stone
'Cause we refuse to see
We're deaf to another one's cries
'Cause we refuse to hear
We're dumb to another one's comfort request
'Cause we refuse to speak
But our eyes are wide open
To see another one's mistake
Our ears are open
To hear abouth another one's mistakes
And we can speak
To judge about another one's mistakes
We think we know everything
But we don't know anything
We're ready to judge
But we'd better look in the mirror
Making mistakes is proof your human
Turning your back on those who make them, not so much
He who's without sin,cast the first stone
Now i Will Always Remember You<3
