It has been months
Since it happened
And it still hurts
I still have anxiety attacks. I still have multiple flashbacks to what, that 7th of November, destroyed my life. I still cannot go over it.
I have the right not to move on. It is my life. I am the only one that lived it. I have the right, at least this time, to decide. To make a choice. A choice I have not had.
Lots of people do not understand. They do not know what I have been through. My parents blame the victims. How should I feel? I am a victim too. I lived things people they blame have lived. Are they blaming me as well? Nothing to be surprised, they have always done it.
Since they know what happened.
The seventh of September 2020, I met him. The seventh of September 2021 I went out with the guy I have been chatting with. I do not even know what we are. I just know that that day I was not feeling good. Not at all. He made my day better.
It has been a year since I met my harasser. I fear even just remembering his face. Those eyes I fell so hard in love with.
Then, after a while I texted him. He did not answer. The friend that made me know him told me to give him space. The same friend that told me to do something. What should I do? I do not even know how I feel about him.
My harasser was used to do it as well. The fact that he did not answer me reminded me of what happened. The day I met him and how much that hurt.
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...
