Tortured With Pain

by Fatima
(Pakistan)

I was in first grade and about 6 years old. I used to go out for playing and once I went out with a guy who lived at the end of our street. He came closer to me pushed me towards the wall and starting pushing something on my back. I couldn't say a word. It was early in morning and Sunday so my family was asleep like most of other people but I felt more pain and torture when some adult women appeared. I thought they'd at least question that guy that what on earth is he doing to me but they passed by my side so pathetically with dead silence as if they were blind. I was in agony from inside. I felt like a stray dog.

Till today I haven't spoke of it to anyone, that now I'm 23 years old about to get graduated but from inside I still feel something missing. The big part missing is it was emotional and physical torture it didn't stop there it happened again and again. Last time it happened I remember I was in my 4th grade school.