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" J'ai été enchaînée, affamée, battue, violée, pourtant ce monstre n'a pas totalement broyé mon esprit. Je n'ai jamais cessé de croire en la vie... "
Le 6 mai 2013, le monde entier bascule dans l'horreur en découvrant l'affaire des séquestrées de Cleveland. Première des trois victimes d'Ariel Castro, Michelle Knight raconte ses onze années de calvaire.
En captivité, elle a subi toutes les humiliations dans des conditions inhumaines. Mais le pire dans ce cauchemar éveillé est que ses proches n'ont rien fait pour la retrouver. Elle n'a même jamais été déclarée disparue...
Preuve vivante que l'on peut survivre à l'impensable, Michelle Knight a tenu bon. Par amour pour son fils. Par croyance en des jours meilleurs. Aujourd'hui, elle écrit ce livre pour donner de l'espoir à ceux qui souffrent en silence.
211 pages, Kindle Edition
First published May 16, 2014
“I’m not the first person to go through an ordeal like this…These kinds of stories are big news, but when they fade away, it’s easy to forget all the people who are still missing. That’s one reason I’m opening up my life in this book: I want everyone to remember those who are lost. And I want to urge you that if you ever notice anything that seems off about a situation–a child who keeps missing school, a woman who doesn’t seem able to leave a house–please do call the police and ask them to check it out. Don’t worry about seeming foolish if it turns out to be fine…Please, always take the two minutes to make that call.”
To say Michelle Knight's story impacted me significantly is an understatement.I have been intrigued with the Ariel Castro Kidnappings since their escape in 2013. When I heard that one of the victims had written a memoir I could not resist reading.
"After years of being in prison a crazy thing starts to happen: the locks move from off of your wrists and your ankles and up to your brain.”
“Forgiveness is the only way I can truly reclaim my life. If I don’t forgive him, then it’ll be like he imprisoned me twice: first while he held me in his house, and now even after he’s gone. I’m letting my hatred of him go so I can truly get my life back.”
“We all go through hard things. We might wish we didn’t, but we do. Even if I don’t understand my pain, I’ve got to turn it into some kind of purpose.”
Every week was exactly the same as the one before it: five straight mornings of McDonald's breakfast, followed by rape. Hours of boredom from morning until afternoon.