I prayed for death, daily. If there was a God he would let me die, I thought to myself.
I was tired of being a prisoner, being forced to kill.
I was only a little girl, but I never got the chance to experience that.
I became a monster, all at the hands of a man named Joseph Kony.
I did not know this man, had heard little about him. I knew that their were soldiers making children kill, but I did not know the extent until I was forced to live the life.
Until I was forced to kill the very people I had cared about.
I had become a monster, and I learned very early on, to not let myself feel anything.
If I let myself feel the pain would be worse, the rapes would be more intense.
And I would have to face what I have done.
To Be Continued~