Pen-Pals

Dear Karlie

Hey Karlie.

Thanks for saying you want to be my friend, it means a lot seeing as I have no other friends right now. Shit went down about two days after I wrote to you and they're all ignoring as well as bitching about me and commenting mean stuff on my Instagram. But it's fine- I'm dealing with it even if it means I eat lunch in the music room and spend at least an extra half an hour getting my stuff from my locker and talking to various teachers about irrelevant stuff so they will give up waiting for me. That's what I'm doing right now and I'm actually a lot later than usual so I'm going to head home and continue writing there...

It's later now. Dark and I'm alone as Austin has drama club and my parents are having a meal together. I'm scared. I mentioned previously that the girls have given up waiting for me but today they waited. It was horrible.

I was minding my own business with my headphones in when I could've sworn I heard one of their laughs. But then again, I'm slightly crazy so I could've been imagining it. But anyway, I carried on walking listening to this song that's one of my faves. Then about five minutes later I was passing a dark alley and I felt something grab me. I went to scream but this strong hand clamped over my face so it was all muffled. Next thing that I felt was several punches to my stomach and I slap across the face. I tried to get away, I honestly did and I tried slapping and kicking back but it was no good. They bound my hands and one of these people held my throat. It was quiet- deathly silent for about a minutes until I felt hands on my legs. I was wearing shorts and these feminine hands were dancing all over my thighs until it all stopped and I breathed out. At that point I thought I was safe. That was, Until my panties were shoved to the side and several fingers touched all over that area. I feel so dirty and disgusting right now and I've showered but the feeling won't go away.

I hate myself Karlie.
Love Taylor