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I got a funny feeling we missed a page or two somehow Ohh-ohhhh, Cinderella, maybe you could help us out Does the shoe fit you now
Through the years and the kids and the jobs
Hey hey, Cinderella, what's the story all about
We're older but no more the wise -- suzy bogguss -- |
The beginning I wanted to tell you today how sexy I feel. How everyone I've talked to this morning has commented on how good I look. I wanted to tell you that I had a good night, and slept well. That for the first time in at least 6 months I slept through the night with no distraction and not waking up until my alarm went off. Instead, I'm going to tell you a story. A story of a girl who thought she was lost, and somehow, came to realize that in being lost, she truely found herself. It's self-discovery at it's finest, and it's a never ending story. She grew up in a two story brick house on the good side of town. The senator lived less than a block away, as did the mayor. Her mother worked for an interior decorator, her father a full time photographer. She had four brothers, two older, two younger, and somehow, she never felt stuck in the middle. She was the princess, everyones little angel. As time moved on, it became evident to all who knew her that she would have an opinion of her own, and would be more than willing to share it with you, like it or not. She was the spitting image of someone she'd never met, of someone her parents didn't know existed, but someone she talked to in her dreams. At the age of 12, she met a boy. He had curly blonde hair and the prettiest blue eyes she'd ever seen. He was a pastors son, the "worst kind of kid" she'd heard a thousand times. They "dated" parents always in tow for almost 2 years, during which, she had her first sexual relationship. Her parents never found out, neither did his. Until someone else at the church saw them kissing, and promptly accused her of raping him. Life was never the same from that moment. Her parents never looked her in the eye again, never questioning that she was lieing, the people at the church must be right. By the age of 16 her mother had lost her job due to her heavy drinking, her father lost his for the same reasons, although no one would ever say that. Rather "circumstances had altered the job requirements" and they were no longer qualified for their posistions. Her mother decided at this time to stop smoking, one vice was enough. Her doctor gave her a prescription, that while it helped her to stop smoking, it made her forget spaces in time, where she'd done things. It also prompted her to do things she normally wouldn't. Things like hiding her wedding set in the top of the hall closet so that no one would steal it, and the forgetting that's where it was. After a few months had gone by, her father and she got into a heated argument, nothing new to these two. They butted heads on a regular basis, usually over very small things. Always steming from her hatred of him and his drinking. This time was the last time she swore. That night, she moved away from home. She found herself at the door step of a friend from high school. He'd been a friend in school, looked out for her, and she knew he would now too. Little did she know this would be the worst choice she at the time had ever made. That night, while she cried, not really paying attention to what was going on around her, he gave her 8 Tylonal PM, and 6 Wellbutrin, later admitted by him to the police. She slept for more days than she could remember, and when she woke up, completely stipped of her clothes, she was unsure what had happened. It didn't stop there. He continued to give her the Wellbutrin on a daily basis, making sure she was just calm enough to trust him. He never fed her, and when she asked, he'd say there was no food. She'd go to the refigerator and he'd have locked it so she couldn't get in. He raped her on a regular basis for 52 days. She ate only when she had lunch with friends from school. She was alive, but certainly not living. Within a few weeks he complained about how much she was costing him to live at his place, told her she needed to get a job. So, she did. When she could no longer keep her work schedule and maintain her school schedule, she quit her job. He beat her, threw her accross the room, and left her there, unconcious on the floor. She woke up 3 days later in the hospital, a friend had gotten worried when she didn't show up for volleyball practice and came to check on her. After crawling through a window to get in, she found her laying there, bleeding to death. She was given 3 blood transfusions, had minor reconstructive surgery on her face, and was sent to live at home. She didn't return home. And never did again.....
Brief - 2007-07-05
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