When I was 7 years old my brother raped me. My mom walked in once. She just walked back out without saying anything or stopping him or anything. I’m now 15, a sophomore in high school and I had an amazing boyfriend. I said had because we aren’t together anymore. One day, I told him my secret. I didn’t tell him who did it but he knew I was raped 6 times. I couldn’t kiss him without getting memories of it. I couldn’t be happy. I started injuring myself to try to take the memories out. It didn’t work. My scars faded, no one noticed. I wish someone would have noticed. I wish they would still notice. I need help. I need to tell someone everything. I’m sorry, mom, for whatever I did to make you not save me. I’m sorry for not being the perfect daughter. I’m sorry for injuring myself. Please help me…