Hello, my name is Franziska and I'm 18 years old. My life has been anything but easy lately. I grew up in a small town with my parents and older brother. We were a close-knit family until one day everything changed.
My father got into an argument with someone at work and it turned physical. He ended up getting fired and our family suffered from the consequences. My mother worked long hours to keep us afloat, but we struggled to make ends meet. It wasn't until my brother started dealing drugs that things really spiraled out of control.
One night, I came home late from a party and caught him in the act. He tried to cover it up by lying to me, but I knew better. I was devastated. My parents didn't know what to do, so they sent my brother away to rehab. But he only got worse after that.
One night, he came home high and drunk, and he attacked me. He tried to kiss me, but it felt wrong. I pushed him off, but he wouldn't listen. He kept trying to force himself on me until finally, I had no choice but to fight back.
I hit him as hard as I could, and then I ran away. I never saw him again after that night. My parents were heartbroken, but they knew it was for the best. We moved away from our hometown and started over. But even now, years later, the memory of what happened still haunts me.
I'm not sure if I'll ever be able to fully heal from that experience, but I know one thing for sure: I will never let anyone hurt me like that again.