Dreadful (Tattered Curtain)

by Greer Rivers

Abusers shouldn’t get to stay the same while survivors are forced to change forever.

“Please…help me.” I shake my head. “You watched. Now so will I.”

honestly, good for her

Shading the design would be easier if I wasn’t also tackling a purple-iced sugar cookie with my other hand.

mood

“How many are left?” “How many—” “In your song. How many are left?” I bite my lip before answering. “Four.” He nods once. “Don’t stop.”

gio is a real one

I knew there is an evil in gaslighting that can be worse than the act itself. It makes you question your trauma. The body and soul remember, and yet your mind questions it, all because someone else’s words weaved into your memories and tore them apart.

I’m going to hell for what I’m about to do in God’s house, anyway. I might as well get burned on the way down.

amen

I never learned about the love of God in this building, only the failings of men.

As angry as I want to be at what he just said, his words needle my mind, causing me to hesitate. What if I am confused, or even crazy? Every time I’m stressed, my mind runs a mile a minute questioning everything. I have terrible nightmares that feel real. I thought they were memories, but what if… Did I make it all up?

gaslighting

Someone else believes me. Everything comes into focus. It was real.

gaslighting

Pain irrevocably united us, but love keeps us together.

I didn’t expect this book to make me cry but here we are