I shout out to the world my pain.
Being silent.
World must not know.
No one likes him at school. His friends do not want to be his friends anymore. People are scared of him. But I still believe. I still believe that inside the biker jacket there is a heart that beat.
I cannot believe he is a beast. I cannot believe he is that horrible. I liked him, yeah, I liked him a lot. But after everything he did, I do not know. I do not hate him; I would never do that. But I do not like him either.
He destroyed me in every single way possible. And I know. But I still do not see him as a horrible person. He shattered every single pieces of the armour that kept my mental sanity.
But ehi, he was not the only one. During my exchange year I was harassed by the guy I liked, but also by one of his friends. He started flirting with me in the exact moment I said to his friend that I liked him.
"Since he does not like you and we are both single, me and him thought that it was a good idea that me and you would date"
He wrote something similar. As if I were an object, they could just swap. I did not even want to give him a chance at the beginning.
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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...
