I remember it like it was yesterday.
July, 14 a saturday. I laid on my bed staring at my ceiling fan quiety rotating in a clockwise direction, i felt alive and awake, i wanted someone to hold, to be with . Wearing my baggy sweater and my shorts i get up and slid my feet into my fuzzy bunny slippers. I quietly made my way to the kitchen where i made myself a cup of tea, i then took out my laptop and went online.
That was when i saw the mail that was sent from him... He was an older man, he scared me, but from the looks of what he had sent me he was only wanting to be my friend. I ignored my thoughts of judgement and kindly replied with a " hey." God i should of known, but at the time i was so vulnerable and i fell for his kindness, but he didn't care.
I felt like he understood me, that he and i would be friends, but he wasn't looking for a friend, he wanted to be much more than that. However i had no intention of being more than friends; at this moment i was scared for my life.
I felt completely numb, and afraid, i didn't know how to end the conversation with him, i was shaking uncontrollably and i just wanted to curl up in a corner and cry. Surprisingly i held it all together for a few days, until that day came.
It seemed like any other day, i woke up and went to school. Then when i got home something horrible had happened. I was only 15 at this time, and was still a goody two shoes, i didn't spend alot of time looking out at boys, more than less, had any experience with sex or dating. I froze and just stared, i didn't know who to call, who to tell, and how to explain what i had just seen. I felt alone, I shook uncontrollably
