Way back twenty odd years ago

By Anonymous

Where does mine start?

Aged 18. I thought i was pretty invincible. I had hitch hiked to a nightclub because i finished work late, that wasn’t the problem. A friend arranged a lift home for me, except they never took me home but back to a house on moss side in Manchester.

The house started filling with black men, no girls. Then i was stripped and put in a bedroom. I was raped twice, the third saved my life i think. He gave me 15 quid and lowered me out the window and told me to run. I did.

Twenty years I’ve had this in my head.

I’ve abused drugs and alcohol since.

Did detox and rehab this time last year. My mental health is in a rocky state.
Thats the start of my story. Xx


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