I was sexually abused as a child by a trusted loved one, someone very close to me physically and emotionally. At the apex of said abuse, this person passed away. This experience has caused me much mental and physical anguish, as the stress has taken its toll on my body. I have battled with my demons; fear, anger, rage, confusion, depression, remorse, and loss. Whether I want to accept it or not, this has played a big roll in the making of the woman I am today. But I do accept it, and I know that I have the courage to speak out. Though it was not the aim of this piece, I wish to use this experience and knowledge to aid others in their struggles, give them a voice, and let it ring like a bell. We children whom have been deprived of our innocence deserve to be heard, not shamed; and other children, and their caretakers, deserve to be warned.