Three years ago, when I was twelve, I was walking down a street at night and a car pulled up to me and four guys attacked me. They raped and beat me. I never told anyone what happened until a couple of weeks ago. I’ve tried killing myself numerous times and I’ve been cutting since that night. I also hear the voices of the people that raped me in my head telling me stuff all the time. I was recently hospitalised for a month, but it really didn’t help anything. It’s really hard and I was diagnosed with post-traumatic stress disorder and clinical depression. All of my friends were really surprised because I seem like a happy person all the time. I’m just tired of pretending that I’m happier than I am.