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My Story Behind Closed Doors

Under The Water - Part 1

By Nina RafaellePublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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My nickname is Raffy.

I was born & raised in the city - Trenton, New Jersey.

My soul has died along time ago.

Way back when I was in middle school.

The little bit of happiness I had, had to go.

Deep inside I was depressed & alone.

I would stay at home, and listen to nothing but sad songs.

My innocence was stolen from me, not even my own family can see.

I was now a teen, I tried keeping myself busy.

I thought my long distance relationship was meant to be, but all he did was emotionally & mentally abuse me, and even held my past against me.

I remained with him, my weakness was always being too naive.

There was nothing but arguments & thousands of spilt tears, growing to be sick was where I was steered.

In & out of the doctors for years, not being able to eat was my fears.

So skinny, all my weight loss was clear.

Death was where I was near. Admitted to the hospital, lying on a gurney.

Dhydrated, in one night I was given several IVs.

All night flowing through my blood stream.

It was hard to sleep, in the morning I was scheduled an endoscopy procedure.

I had acid reflux & 4 ulcers.

Sickness at age 15 is what my life had in-store?

Acid reflux has no cure, medication prescribed forevermore.

I couldn't dance no more?

Something I've done since the age of 2.

The emptiness I felt inside had grew.

Harsh heartless comments were what people through.

I had almost died, but fortunately I had survived.

This is not how I want to live my life.

I would try to warn others about his dark side, but they won't believe me because he would just lie.

Who to believe a friend or a stranger from online?

It's obvious what they'll decide.

He is too skilled at his disguise, everyone would remain blind.

At night, I still cried, by this time my family knew why.

They all could hear him when I'm locked up in my room, my mother saw what I was going through.

She said she didn't like how he was talking & treating me, even my close friends kept telling me that I should leave.

So I did, eventually....

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