Hate: A Short Story

Since long ago I have known about hate, its tendencies, and outcomes. Hate consumes you and that is all you really think about. It controls how you feel, it controls your decisions and it controls your actions. Hate ruins your life. It makes you do things you would not otherwise do. It obliterates your happiness, and any light you could see. Hate is an awful thing for someone to meet and I wish I never had. I want to tell you the story of how I met hate, and how I somehow managed to power through it.
It all started a long time ago, when I was about six or seven. I lived in North Carolina, and I would come visit my family here, in South Carolina. I was young, so of course, I did not know any better when they would fool around with me. Say stuff to me, that made no sense to a child. I would visit my aunt’s house and I would spend nights over there and play around with my cousins. What I did not know was that my cousins, who stayed there, were not innocent. They were something you would tell your kids about so they would do their homework. They were my nightmare, but it was not a nightmare. This was my reality.
It was all fine, until one day, they decided to touch me inappropriately. I did not know what to do. I was so scared and they threatened to kill my older sister, if I told anyone. “What can I do?” That is all I could think about. I decided to not tell anyone, and that is when I started to hate. Not just despise them, but myself, my life, and God. This hatred was controlling my life, I could not be happy. I tried to distance myself away from them, since I only visited during holidays, but to no avail. They still found a way to me. It was not just touching me inappropriately anymore, it was raping me. They abused me for many years and I could not do anything, in my