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When I got home it must have been late, but there were several lights still on.

“Where were you?”

“Out.”

It was the normal reply of a normal teenager. I, the supposed golden child, had never had a curfew. I had my own room in the basement all by myself, and I could pretty much come and go as I pleased, often without anybody even noticing that I was away. With that one word I went down the stairs, taking the twelve quick steps down to the low-ceilinged basement I had to duck to enter, and stumbled into my dark bedroom with the one small window up at ground level, the room that flooded whenever it rained.

Alone in my own home, I had no one to turn to, and I certainly wasn’t about to start talking to anybody about what had just happened anyway. I was supposed to be perfect, and what had just happened was not perfect. I had no perspective that night, no ability to take a step back and process what had happened, what was happening. I was caught up in the middle of something I did not understand, something so horrible that it was beyond anything I could remotely consider. Who do you turn to when the only person you have to turn to is the person who has just done something horrific to you?