what if everyone already knows and that this is all some sort of cruel prank to see who I'll tell first?
They probably do know. They all know about this and they're laughing behind my back.
They're laughing and the hurt it's caused for me. At the nightmares I've had because of this.
They're all laughing.
They're all laughing at me.
I can hear it.
I can see the pointing and the giggling and I can hear them talking about me in class as if I can't hear them.
I can't hear them. I can see them. I know them. I know their names. But they don't know mine. He doesn't even know my name.
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Stolen Pieces (Graphic Short Story)
Short Storynobody will believe you if you tell them you've been raped by the most loved guy in school.
