It was now February and I was laying in the corn field. Granny came home so I went inside. We talked and joked around for a little bit. Aunt Lizzie came over to help Granny with some stuff so I went to my room.
"Meagan!" Yelled Aunt Lizzie.
"Yes?"
"Come here, someone wants to see you."
"Who?"
"He said his name is Trey! Is he a friend of yours?"
"Yes"
Trey eventually became my first boyfriend and my first kiss. He was my only friend, but over time became controlling. He would take me to his house and touch me in several ways that I was uncomfortable with. I wanted to leave but if I did he would break up with me and I would have no one.
He told me everything would be ok. He pushed me to the bed and held me down. He started pulling my shirt off and staring at my nipples. He slowly kissed down my chest to my waist to my pants. He pulled them off saying, "you don't need these." I tried to sit up and get him off of me but he kept pushing me down. He pulled his pants off and grabbed me. He stuck his dick right in me and I hurt so bad. I screamed for him to stop and he put his hand over my mouth. I finally got him off of me and grabbed my clothes. I put my clothes on and left. "If you leave, I will make your life a living hell!"He yelled.
Trey broke up with me and it didn't really phase me. I was just so upset that he raped me. When I went back to school I got bullied every more.
"Slut"
"Whore"
"Kill your self"
All the names they called me ran through my head over and over again. It was like an old record stuck on repeat. They punched and kicked me until I was black and blue. It felt like I was at the bottom of the ocean stuck screaming in the dark obis, but no one could hear me. I ran home after school covered in in bruises and tears running down my face.
I looked of the mirror. My long, brown hair, hazel eyes, and smeared mascara. I reached or the razor blade and started cutting into my arm again. The sink filled with blood as the horrible thoughts started attacking me. I started to panic. I thought of every possibility in my life and how bad it can get. I started thinking about if dying could be the answer. A voice said, "maybe you should just die, so everyone can be happy." I threw my head in the sink full of blood and water and screamed.
I thought about what mom and dad would want. I decided I would get a bath. I wanted to tell someone what was going on, but who?
