Abuse

When that had happened to me, the gods were completely revolted. In their eyes, I was the one that had committed the crime, an atrocious sin. So, after careful deliberation, they decided to punish me: they took my memory and shattered it like glass.

At first it felt like bliss. I couldn't remember anything aside from my uneventful daily life, and so I continued my existence.

However, something in the back of my brain wanted out, and soon, that episode of my life emerged, while my other memories sank in the fogginess of it all.

They had cursed me.

I forgot my childhood.
I was impure.

The gods blamed me, and me alone. In their eyes, I wasn't a victim, but the cause... 

In their eyes, I, a child, was the one who let herself be tainted... No matter the threats, no matter the force applied, no matter the damage done to me...

After that, no matter what joy or sadness could paint my day to day, the memory disappeared before long.

I retain very little, and yet that event remains afloat, pushing me under water, reminding me of the threshold that was not meant to be breached.

You will never be forgiven.
You will never forget.
You will always regret it.