The day after
Moms POV.
Y/n hasn't talked or gotten out of bed today its scares me. Every time we say something to her she looks at us and that's it. I don't know what's happening to her.
Y/n POV.
I can't find the strength to get up or talk. My birthday is on Tuesday yay...(note the sarcasm I'm not excited about my birthday I'm not ready) I can't see myself then. I can't cry anymore. Some part of me wants my mom to know but other parts don't. My parents say if you cry that shows weakness...well then I guess I have a lot of that. My mom is trying to handle the incident. But she is one person so I have to wait and see what happens to him.
The day of the incident
At school
I struggled to get up, but I did. I was in the hall walking and someone tried to pull me down by my bag. It was a tall man that worked there. He yelled at me. My sister came up to me to ask me y/n what happened? I point to my bag not able to talk because I was so scared and wanted to cry but couldn't. OK give me your bag and I'll call mom my sister said. I tried to give her my bag but he grabbed it and grabbed my hoodie and tried to drag me outside. My sister was fighting to get to me but her boyfriend was holding her back. I still didn't cry, but some people felt bad and two to three guys laughed. He yelled at me again. WHO'S BAG IS IT!!! Mine. I whispered. I WILL SEARCH YOU!!! (Did I mention this bag is see thru) search me you can see right through the bag. I said. He then took me to the office. I told him he hurt my knee and he tried to justified what he did. As soon as I was alone I cried.
I was finally home. I said hey to my parents and siblings including my sister who was worried, and went to my room. At this point I could slowly feel myself giving up. Its the next day and u haven't spoken really if left my bed unless I had to use the bathroom.
That's is I'll try and write more
