10 Things You Need To Know
.7
Ginanina
I'm sorry I never told you about this one.
But you know that I moved from Houston to San Diego, because I wanted something new. I told you I left the city of Houston to get a new picture of life right after I was finished in middle school, and moved during that summer.
But I never told you why I moved.
After my mother's death, I didn't feel a purpose in myself anymore. Her death shook me so hard, that I began to act out in school and in my neighborhood. But I never went out of my way to hurt anybody on purpose; not even to get in serious trouble.
But I did exactly both of those things. And after a prank went horribly wrong, I found myself sentenced to an eight-month sentence at the Serenity Home for Girls - a reformatory school.
I hated that place, but it was my fault why I was there. But the punishment I got, was far more than what I deserved.
Tony, you're the first person I'm explaining this next part to.
I still struggle to recall the faces and images that had for so long, been safely buried. Faces and images I never wanted to believe were real.
I can sit with you and tell you what was in my heart and it will be the first time I would ever tell anyone - until then - what exactly happened there.
I can speak to you for more than an hour, and my words would be weighed with anger and urgency, letting you know the things I never thought to tell anyone. I don't know how you will react though; if it would be a shock, a jolt of pain straight to your heart.
You, Mercedes, Vic, Jaime, and Mike - even my father - have been close enough to me to suspect, but the specifics will leave you stunned, making you sit bolt upright and take your breath away.
I wish I could tell you about the Serenity Home for Girls and the evil that had lived there.
I wish I could tell you about the torture, the beatings, the humiliation.
I wish I could tell you about the rapes.
I wish I could tell you about the frightened girl I was, who cried herself to sleep every night, praying for help - help that never came.
I wish I could tell you about the endless nights spent staring into darkness, rats owning the corners, keys rattling jail cell locks, a guard's grip, my screams.
I wish I could tell you everything.
I'm sorry I never told you about this one.
But you know that I moved from Houston to San Diego, because I wanted something new. I told you I left the city of Houston to get a new picture of life right after I was finished in middle school, and moved during that summer.
But I never told you why I moved.
After my mother's death, I didn't feel a purpose in myself anymore. Her death shook me so hard, that I began to act out in school and in my neighborhood. But I never went out of my way to hurt anybody on purpose; not even to get in serious trouble.
But I did exactly both of those things. And after a prank went horribly wrong, I found myself sentenced to an eight-month sentence at the Serenity Home for Girls - a reformatory school.
I hated that place, but it was my fault why I was there. But the punishment I got, was far more than what I deserved.
Tony, you're the first person I'm explaining this next part to.
I still struggle to recall the faces and images that had for so long, been safely buried. Faces and images I never wanted to believe were real.
I can sit with you and tell you what was in my heart and it will be the first time I would ever tell anyone - until then - what exactly happened there.
I can speak to you for more than an hour, and my words would be weighed with anger and urgency, letting you know the things I never thought to tell anyone. I don't know how you will react though; if it would be a shock, a jolt of pain straight to your heart.
You, Mercedes, Vic, Jaime, and Mike - even my father - have been close enough to me to suspect, but the specifics will leave you stunned, making you sit bolt upright and take your breath away.
I wish I could tell you about the Serenity Home for Girls and the evil that had lived there.
I wish I could tell you about the torture, the beatings, the humiliation.
I wish I could tell you about the rapes.
I wish I could tell you about the frightened girl I was, who cried herself to sleep every night, praying for help - help that never came.
I wish I could tell you about the endless nights spent staring into darkness, rats owning the corners, keys rattling jail cell locks, a guard's grip, my screams.
I wish I could tell you everything.
