Growing up being assaulted I didn't fight it only made it worse if I did. Most sexual assaults I didn't fight, I was very drunk. My twin dying though, that I did fight. I wouldn't stop the CPR I made all the decisions I just wasn't quick enough starting. I couldn't bring her back and it haunts me everyday and very night. I say I'm over it and speak of it more often but I'll never forget that day. I'll never forget what I saw, did, and heard. I'll never forget the blood. I'll never forget doctors telling me I have to wait to be with my dead twin. I'll never forget how I let them stop me when all I wanted to do was charge past them and just sit with her. They wouldn't let me.

I will also never forget the anger I felt and still feel today for the hell she went through for others.