The trial was hard. I was so nervous. In the end, he went to jail. Pacifica also got in trouble for helping. I went home feeling more at peace than I ever had. 

~One Year Later~

I've been talking to a therapist about my experiences for the past year. I hated it at first, but now I've grown to love it. It started with twice a week, then once a week, then once every two weeks, now it's once a month. I'm better than ever. I'm studying hard, making more friends, and I'm even dating. My story might be a hard one, but it doesn't define who I am and what I am capable of doing. I may not ever fully recover from my experiences, but I can still live on and do great things. Your past doesn't define your future.

"An obstacle is usually a stepping stone used to move forward."

the end

I don't have much more for this story so I'm ending it here. It's dark, like most of my books, but it moves forward into a light. Know that you aren't alone, you can reach around you and find people. Don't try to escape the dark alone, sometimes you need someone to help lead you into the light. If you need someone to talk to, whatever the topic may be, I will be here for each and every one of you. You can message me here on Wattpad and I will answer as soon as I can.

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