Day 9
9 days I have been writing. 9 days I learned a lot about myself. 9 days. 9 days. 9 days. I went to school. I saw the boy that had sex with me. He took me in his car and drove me to a fro-yo place. He bought me fro-yo and talked to me about himself. About how everyone is making fun of him. How his parents are divorced and his dad is abusive. He told me going to parties and having sex is how he forgets. He cried and cried. I hugged him to try and comfort him. I asked him why he told me. He said I was the only person he felt he could trust. We don't even know each other at all, I told him back. I know, he whispered, but you feel like a friend. Someone I can connect to. And I know your name. Do you know mine? No, I told him. He laughed and smiled at me. We didn't call each other names. We said friend. We laughed and ate fro-yo. I told him about me and my journal. He asked if I could show him my secret spot. I said yes.
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