He touched me.
Without my consent.
It is the only thing to say.
I do not doubt other people lived more horrible stuff. I just know that what I lived was horrible, and I cannot imagine how much horrible it was for people that lived more.
He asked me to be a couple. It has always been hard to say no for me. Well, that time I said it. He said that we could have been friends with benefits. Even after I told him I did not want to, and I could not, have sex.
He offered me some "fun", that fun I did not want. I decided to detach me. I did not want to know anything about him anymore. After a while I blocked him. A while was already too much. But it took me a while to process.
Lately, I read again the messages with him. My soul dried. How can someone write those things? I have never understood how he was able to destroy me that much. At least I have never really liked him.
YOU ARE READING
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...
