my story

I used to think that I was strong, that nothing could break me. Untill one day when I was in 6th grade I was with my step dad and He raped me. I told my mom and she got mad at me and said I’m a liar and not to say anything to anyone. I couldn’t keep it in. It hurt me so much. I told my 5 closest friends, and I thiught I could trust them. I was wrong. They told everyone. I came back to school 2 weeks later and these girls said I wanted it and i was a slut and I raped him. It hurt a lot, me and my friends stoped friends because I was a slut in there eyes. I would sit in the bathroom and stay on the phone with my dad everyday during luch. I finally came friends with a popular girl and people would stop laughing at me. I was happy people forgot about my past even though I thought about it everyday. Well eventually that girl turned her back on me and we stoped being friends in 8th grade. My boyfriend at the time would always ask me to send him pictures and I finally did. When we broke up He sent them to everyone. The names came back and people would say I did it for the attention. I was so alone. I couldn’t beilieve people could be so mean. I would be threatend by girls saying there going to kick my ass during lunch. I got so scared I would have my dad sit with me during lunch. I got called a pu**y for having him there. I got tired of it and moved schools. I got a boyfriend and new friends. This girl in my cass asked me why i moved schools and I told her everything. She said the Same things happened to her. I finally felt like I met someone who won’t judge me. I was wrong again. She told everyone. My boyfriend broke up with me and I lost my friends again. My dad home schooled me for the rest of the year. I feel so alone.i feel like everywhere I go,I get called a hoe and a liar. I think. I shoud die. No one would care.