I always felt like I didn’t belong here.  I was always put aside no one really listen to me. I was six years old when the raping started. There was this nasty thunderstorm outside.  Momma was stuck at her work she called and said she wasn’t going to make it home tonight. That worried me, my stepdad came in and said goodnight, kissed me in the cheek, he has never done that before ……. My skin got the chills. I felt something horrible was going to happen. I was right … he got drunk that night. It was now 1:30 am; I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. BAM! It was him. He lay on top of me and started kissing me. I yelled for help so loud but no one heard me. After so many kicks and yelling I gave up and I felt how over and over again he took my pride my dignity my life. I am now sixteen and I am being charged for murder. I finally had it enough I grabbed the gun and shot him over and over and over again. The blood that will come out of him would splash all over the room. Now I’m just waiting for my sentence. by gisell garcia