The nights seemed to always be the worst, sitting all alone. Just in my own thoughts and his actions against me. It was bad enough that I had the memories and thoughts that someone was going to attack me at all times when I was alone in my room, then I had to go to school and go to my classes like nothing was wrong. I had classes with him and I couldn't focus in those classes because i kept thinking how many other victims has this sick teenage boy taken hostage? Will there be another victim of rape that is too shy to speak up like me? Was I the last victim? How many other girls does this happen to? Does this happen to men or is it only girls? How many victims have taken their lives because of this situation? Will I be the next one to take my life over this problem? Who knows all the answers to these questions? Nobody. But who will carry out the actions? Possibly me.
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Four Short Years.
Non-FictionA story based on my real life events. I will change names to keep my friends and family protected.
