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Survival

Short Story

Just 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...

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Part 20

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by NinaMarthe

by NinaMarthe

I am healing

Unbelievable

I am taking back the control of my life

I am fucking eighteen. I do not deserve to be oppressed by these traumas. I do not even think it is strange I feel that way. Every single moment I think about what happened. I think about the fact that, despite the report, I am still not protected.

I am a woman, obese, with an unknown skin condition, with evident traumas, with a disintegrated mental health. I have been a victim of bullism. I have been a victim of harassment and assaults. I have been self-harmed. My condition is a sort of uncontrollable self-harm, or, well, that is what doctors keep saying without knowing what it was.

I have never been protected. I have few rights. But, in Italy, no one goes to jail. Even though there is a law.

With an aggravating circumstance.

For hate crimes.

Just with my case, lots of people should have already been arrested. But, in Italy, no one goes to jail.

And I,

am even more

discriminated.

Today I have been a witness of a fight. I have not seen anything. I heard something. A girl has been assaulted. It reminds me of what happened to me. It was completely different. But I was in danger too. And I have been insulted too.

I also have wounds that will never heal. A little boy had a cigarette. That hurt me as well.

I fear of what is going on in the world.

I fear. And I would love this ongoing hate and this ongoing aggressivity would stop.

I fear. And I know that, despite that, no one will do anything.

I fear. And I will keep having it.

In Italy, no one goes to jail.