TO ALL RAPE AND DOMESTIC ABUSE VICTIMS: THERE IS SO MUCH MORE TO LIFE.

This Is Not Just A Trgedy Her heart skipped a beat as the stool she stood on threatened to fall. "Stupid!", she thought, "Here I am trying to commit suicide and I'm scared of falling from this stool". She wiped the beads of sweat on her forehead as she tightened the noose around her neck. She could still hear the piercing cry of the baby in the cradle making its way through the silence in the room. She let the tears that she had been holding back in her eyes go free and they ran happily down her cheeks. She didn't want to do this, she still had a lot to live for, but how could she face her father? How could she explain the paternity of the baby? Or what was she going to tell the boy happened to his father when he grows and starts asking questions? "If only I had stayed away from him that night as mother had asked me to. If only I had ignored his calls that night.", she sobbed, as her mind drifted back to that night, the night it all happened. Her...