Monday, February 27th, 2012. I had been Sexual Assaulted.
I walk through the hallways, watching people look at me, whispering, calling me names, wanting to beat me. They don’t know the real story about what really happened, so they had made-up stories. I cry every night because of what he told people. everyone is against me, everyone hates me. He doesn’t know the damage he had done; damage is still being processed. People harrassed me everyday, yet I know that if I end my OWN LIFE they’ll regret what they have said.
Many people took sides. Two of my best friends had my side, also […]
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