I can't stop IT. IT follows me everywhere. IT is what I have nightmares about so much that I get hardly any sleep anymore. IT is what happened the night of July 13--- my 16th birthday. The night that Kyle Jackson raped me.
---Great Birthday present Kyle.---
Sometimes to comfort myself I try to think that mayby it wasn't rape. Mayby he didn't force down my pants and rip of my shirt... But then I think again and I know that it did happen. Then, any sighns of hope fade. And I am left in the darkness that consumes me more and more each day.
It wasn't suposed to happen. I only invited 24 people. But then they called over people and the people they called invited even more people. I would have NEVER invited Kyle Jackson. He's known around the school for how many girls he's raped. Of course no one tells though. We're too scared.
It's been a year since that happened and tomorrow's the first day of school...
The worst part is is that Kyle's in my class.
[This is a FICTIONAL story. This didn't happen to me in real life.]
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