I’m Anna Walker, a small town girl with a small mindset. I have no hope neither do I have dreams. All I desire is to live. Everyone around me knows of my phobia, the fear of touch, is what they call it.
You think it’s unrealistic, don’t you? Touch me and then you’d see what a girl in trauma really means.
I could scratch you brutally and tear off your skin with my teeth. You’d judge me and believe there’s nothing but a beast in me.
My friends have all given up on me, laid me in my grave even before death beckons. They don’t have to say it but hate is all they feel for the one they despise so desperately.
But now let me Introduce myself. I’m Anna Walker, the rape survivor. The one who the men felt was a perfect tool for violent sex. Animals!!! Is…
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