I do not want to say if this is true or not. I want to see what you all think of first. Anyway, I wrote this in the form of something like a diary entry of sorts or some type of magazine article. Simply put, it's the story of a girl who was sexually abused at a young age.

-DK *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~~**~*~*~*~*~

Everybody thinks that childhood is a time in which children are always carefree and happy. Nothing can hurt them. After all, who would hurt a child? Simple: anybody. Even other children who you think are your child's friends. I'm not just talking about name-calling or something around those lines; real abuse. I know this because I lived and live with it. I've had about it all. But perhaps the worst was just when I was six-years-old.

I was always the type not to talk too often, and nobody would ever talk to me. I was always alone, and so friendship was always a cherished gift. The only person who I could call a "friend" was the boy next door, Elijah.

Oh sure, I knew he was quite over-active, a bit destructive, but what else could be said of a boy his age? Though, there was something always hidden from everybody.

There is really no way to remember when everything started, but I guess it doesn't really matter. All that can be said is that two kids are playing on the boy's swing set just as always, when he suddenly demands for the girl to show him her panties. What is a six-year-old to do? I wanted a friend, and so I obeyed Elijah's command. As result, Elijah demanded it more and more. It was uncomfortable, yes, but all I wanted was a friend.

Time passed and Elijah apparently grew tired of this. Okay, so what is so wrong with that? "Pull down your panties!" I refuse, though he threatened to end the friendship, and so I did as told. All I wanted was a friend.

More time passed with this, though it was still not enough. The first and last day I stepped into his house to play, he took it further. In order to play, I needed to give him something like a little blow-job. I was threatened again and so I did so, no matter how scared or uncomfortable I was. All I wanted was a friend. Just a friend.

It took so long for his family to move, but the day finally came. I had no idea how much it would affect me, but it hurts so terribly even now to think of. Hardly anybody knows of my torture until now. But, all I wanted was a friend. I just wanted a true friend.