When I was 11, my dad had found a girlfriend who had two sons. At the time the youngest was 14 and the oldest was 15. A few weeks after meeting her family, her youngest son started to sexualize me. He also started to blackmail me into doing stuff I didn't want to do. I started to go downhill from there, after a few months, I was into drugs, alcohol, and pills. Anything I could get my hands onto to forget myself and temporarily get rid of the pain I carried. I wanted to die at the moment in life. My story wasn't told till 2 years after it started when my mom finally came up to me and asked what was going on. She had asked if I was ok many times before and I deflected her. I was scared, ashamed, and hurt. I was stripped of my colors, which made me who I was. I told her what was happening to me, and that when I tried to tell my dad that he wouldn't believe me. I told her about the drugs, alcohol, my thoughts, my cuts and scars all over, and how I couldn't sleep at night without seeing his face in my nightmares. I was put on medication to sleep eventually and, we contacted CPS, who still didn't do their jobs. We went to court where my lawyer and mom fought hard against my dad and won. I started therapy shortly after, to work through my PTSD, anxiety, depression, and addiction. To this day, I still fight my battle getting better every day. And if your reading this, don't be scared to tell someone if something or someone is hurting you.