Every child looks at their parents to be their protector someone to shelther them kind of like their super hero to save them from their evil villian Where were my protectors my super hero to save me from my evil villian when I needed them to In a world of my own not knowing who to trust or whom to run to I was force to live in a world of my own a world of pain Many year after the death of my "Evil Villain" I'm still haunted by my past wondering how so many people over looked what was going on in my world what was happing to me in the hands of my Aunts live in boyfriend How could she not hear my cries  how could she not hear me calling out to her 'Auntie  Look..Look ' at what he's doing to me please help me. How could she not see what was going on in her home in the next bedroom was she blind? How could she not hear was she deaf or was she so used to the noise that filled the halls of her run down apartment building from the neighorhood kids How could my parents not see the signs were they to blind that they didnt know when their own child was in harm or did they not care Eveytime my parents would take me to my auntie house I would get sick to my stomach that I often vomit but my parents brushed it off as if I had the so-called 24hr bugs or something I would have unexplained markes on my body that would make any parent said "What the hells going on here" but the marks got mistaken for falls I never had If only they would have stop to take notice to the changes in me they would have known but they failed to pick up on my nightmares the many sleepiness nights my father would spend at my bedside until I fell back to sleep By age 13 things didn't change he was still having his way with me but this time it was happening in my own home in my parents bed My aunt had gotten evicted and was living with us in the attic until she got back on her feet It was easy for my prents because they didnt have to take us to the baby-sitter she was already living with us I remember one time my aunt walked in on him as he was about to rub my breast but he played it off as if we was teaching me how to protect myself if I had every got into a fight She's walks away and said play safe I remember thinking "Play Safe Play Safe....come on! he never play safe because playing safe shouldn't have to hurt when you rub my breast play safe shouldn't have to hurt when you wrap your hands around my troat to keep from screaming "Help..Help someone please help me....