Edward took a deep breath, now 20 years old. "Are you ready, Mr. Elric?" the director asked. Edward turned to him, and with a small smile, he nodded.

"It's now or never; I don't think there'll ever be a time when I'm this bold about the incident ever again." Edward explained.

He'd been asked a few weeks prior to talk about his rape case, in order to spread awareness of the crime. At first he wasn't exactly sure, even after 8 years, that he was ready to talk so openly about either incident, but he was told that it could help people in situations similar to the one he'd been in, and he wanted them to be able to have some voice about their stories. Therefore, he said yes. So now there he was, in the studio, sitting on a stool with a camera pointed at him. Yes, this was happening.

"So, what do you want me to say?" Edward asked.

"Just tell us what you want about the incidents, how they made you feel, that sort of thing." The director explained. "Are you comfortable with this?" Edward nodded.

"Yes. Thank you." The camera turned out. Edward began to speak the words that had been floating in his subconscious mind from the time he was 12 years old.

I was only 12 years old,

I'd been named the Fullmetal Alchemist.

I was happy,

I felt like for once,

My life was going as I wanted it.

That whole perspective would be changed,

Not even half an hour afterward,

By two men dressed in military uniform;

The people I thought were supposed to support me,

Who were supposed to help me to reach my goal,

Betrayed my trust in the military not even 30 minutes after

My induction.

One tricked me into going into his office,

I thought we were going to celebrate;

He claimed he and his superior would take me out,

We'd have dinner, and discuss the military.

Only once had I ever been so wrong before then.

As soon as I stepped into that wretched office,

The two men stole any purity I had left.

They invaded every part of me that is supposed to be kept

Private.

I was scared.

I was crying.

I wanted to scream.

I wanted to run.

I wanted to yell,

"NO, NO, NO,

NO, I DON'T LIKE THIS,

NO, DON'T TOUCH ME THERE,

NO, NO, NO!"

But the words were stopped,

Dead,

By the invisible ball that had formed in my throat,

Any sobs I let out were muffled,

By one of the men.

He was in my mouth,

His taste bitter,

Cruel,

Disgusting;

It only made me want to vomit.

I wanted to scream from the pain of my walls,

That were forcibly stretched out,

By a man who I hated.

I wanted to murder these men,

Yet I also wanted to die;

I felt gross,

I felt dirty,

I felt completely humiliated that I let this happen.

I gagged as the man who'd forced himself in my mouth

Released his vile fluid into me,

He forced me to swallow all of it,

And merely snickered as I choked.

His pal had released into me.

It was gross and horrible,

I felt as though someone had peed inside me.

They laughed at me as I curled up on the floor,

Wishing for nothing short of death.

They fixed themselves up,

And left me alone.

I got dressed,

And hid myself away in the bathroom to cry.

I was humiliated.

I was so dirty,

So gross,

So violated.

A mixture of semen and my own blood

Was staining my underwear,

My private part was forced into hardness

By stimulation, not choice

I was terrified.

What was I supposed to do?

I found a friend, though;

With her help,

And the help of our commanding officer,

We managed to find the criminals.

They were put on trial.

I was happy to see justice coming to them.

The day of the trial came,

I was relieved,

Finally, some justice!

I had to step out for a second,

My bodyguard stayed behind,

I was vulnerable once again,

I was such a fool.

One of my rapists walked over,

This time I did yell,

I cursed him out,

I tried to fight back.

He dragged me outside the courthouse,

He threw me against a brick wall

He used a knife to cut my pants off

He then forced himself into me once again.

I tried to fight back,

But he held me down,

I was losing blood fast,

I tried to fight back,

But I couldn't.

I was scared.

I was crying.

I wanted to scream.

I wanted to run.

I wanted to yell,

"NO, NO, NO,

NO, I DON'T LIKE THIS,

NO, DON'T TOUCH ME THERE,

NO, NO, NO!"

But my body wouldn't cooperate.

By the time he finished,

My thighs were covered in blood

And I was only half conscious.

I was too scared to leave the alley,

It was my fault, after all,

How could I have been so blind?

He did it again.

He stole the purity I had almost gotten back through therapy.

I hated him so very much.

I still do.

I lived away from my own brother,

The only surviving member of my family,

Because I was so ashamed that I didn't want him to see me.

I had to stay with a man who I came to think of as a surrogate dad,

He was probably my strongest support.

He noticed me getting sick more than usual,

He asked if I was sick.

We went to the doctor.

There is a high toll for Human Transmutation.

I was given a womb and ovaries,

In place of my arm and leg.

I was fertile.

I was pregnant with a baby girl.

They told me that although it may be possible

The baby would come out the way it came in,

They weren't going to take the chance;

If I had an abortion

And the baby couldn't leave my body,

It wouldn't be healthy to carry a corpse inside me.

So now, not only was I raped

Twice,

But I was forced to carry the child of a monster.

When I got back to Roy's house,

I nearly killed myself.

I went into his laundry room,

And tried to drink bleach.

He stopped me, though;

He held me back from the bleach,

And reminded me that it's not worth killing myself.

He told me that even if I couldn't take care of her,

There was someone out there

Who wanted—needed a baby,

But couldn't biologically have their own child.

I was finally gaining control in my life;

I continued to feel depressed throughout pregnancy,

I occasionally had panic attacks

When something reminded me of the incidents,

I couldn't sleep at all,

I threw up constantly,

And when I could keep food down I ate everything in sight.

However, the threat of losing control

Of my own body

Decreased significantly, I discovered,

And by the time I went into labor,

I managed to become mostly happy again.

After delivering the baby,

Her adoptive parents named her

Julianna Eddie Scott.

Eddie, after me, Edward Elric.

I teared up when they told me this,

And asked Julianna if she liked her name.

She opened her eyes.

They were hazel.

Just like one of my rapists.

I tried to visit her a few times during the time she was a baby,

But I couldn't handle it,

Her eyes made me think too much of what the father did to me.

I now regret not playing much of a role,

In the life of a child,

Who is, biologically, mine.

I feel guilty about that,

But recently I've been able to feel better about what happened

To bring Julianna into this world;

I still hate my rapists,

But I am a survivor.

I don't let them keep me down anymore.

A few months later, a 3rd grade class is shown that video that Edward had participated in to learn about violence. A blonde girl's big hazel eyes widen at the mention of the baby's name. "Do any of you have questions about the video?" The teacher asked. The blonde raised her hand. "Yes?"

"Why…why does that baby have my exact name and eye color?" Julianna Eddie Scott asked.