I've heard a lot about my girlfriend's mother. She died when my GF was 12, but she had made her damage by then. It's thanks to her that my GF has Alters in her head that fuck with her life. From what I've been told, its worse than you can imagine, the things that were done. Horribleness. Monstrosities. Scars that will never fade.
Starts with a book thrown in anger. Her anger didn't stop. There were chains, there were cages, there was anal. I know there was anal because occasionally when I try that, she will start laughing and not stop for hours until someone else comes out and fronts for a few days.
This started when she was about six, maybe earlier, she doesn't like to talk about it. And now it won't ever stop. The scars and the cracks might not ever heal.
"This mailbox even gets mail for her occasionally. It takes me a second to remember who Dawn H. is on the letter."
"Dawn?" I ask.
"Yea," She replies. "That was my mom's name."
That's a pretty name. Dawn. Isn't it? Never is a name so hopeful, so full of light. It does not suit her. I've never seen so much hate directed at a single person, besides maybe Hitler. It would be nice if the world seemed to name everyone according to their personality. Then again, if that was the case. I know a lot of people who would be named Ass.
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