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21 " Imagine you have a beautiful crystal vase. Then imagine that you accidentally knock it off the table and it shatters into pieces on the floor. We all understand it isn’t the vase’s fault that it was pushed off the table and shattered. But still, it is broken. It is worthless. You don’t want it anymore, so you sweep it up and throw away the pieces. That is how I felt. It wasn’t my fault, but I was broken. No one would want me anymore. "
― , My Story
22 " Over the next nine months, Brian David Mitchell would rape me every day, sometimes multiple times a day. He would torture me and brutalize me in ways that are impossible to describe, would starve me and manipulate me like I was an animal. Many times I would think, okay, this is the bottom. Things couldn’t get any worse. But whenever I began to think that way, I would quickly find out that I was wrong. "
23 " I don’t know what the definition of despair is, but if it is feeling as if your life is over, as there’s no point to continue because no matter what happens, you will never be accepted or happy again, then despair is what I felt. "
24 " thought. He didn’t get Olivia! He’s been captured. He’s is prison right now. "