No one ever knew how I felt.
I was 17. I was in another state. I was naïve. Innocent.
I thought he liked me. I was one of the many.
The beautiful boy of the school. It was just for me. I liked him; I could not do anything about it. He talked to me the first day of school. It was that the moment I lost my mind. It was that the moment I lost my soul. I did not know anything about him.
I made a mistake, no, delete. I was not the one that made a mistake, he made it. I did not choose to be harassed. I keep repeating it to myself. I still believe he is a nice person. I am trapped in the idea I had of him.
The typical kind guy. He presented himself in a nice way the first day of school. I did not understand him, but he tried to make himself understood.
In that moment, the world has collapsed on me. I created this idea that still wanders among the shards of my soul. He settled in my heart and he destroyed the last piece of mental sanity I still had.
What if I was wrong? No. The society could make me think it was my fault, but I know it is not. It was a particular situation. I was under pressure. I could not choose. Regardless of everything, it was not a choice.
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Survival
Short StoryJust me talking about a story. My story. This book is aimed at all victims of harassment. You do not have to speak up if you do not feel so. I decided to do it because I do not want other people to live what I lived, and I know that things like that...
