The school year ended, and it was now summer, and all I kept thinking was about that day with Roger. I couldn't get him out of my mind, and I couldn't stop touching my body just like he did. I was numb, I wasn't allowing myself to feel anything. Remember how I said previously that I can be independent? Well...I lied, my body got used to being touched, and used, that it then depended on it.
The good thing is that it was summer, so I had a lot of time for myself, and along the way I've met several men. Nothing happened, we just became acquainted: dating was pretty redundant to me at this point. I didn't want to date anyone, I just wanted to be touch by Roger. Why would you want to be touched by that pig? Well you know how your body takes in something that's really bad for you, and the more times it takes it in, the stronger the addiction? Yeah that was me.
Again, my body just got used to it, and I didn't know anything else. I wasn't even scared anymore, emotions, and feelings were also pretty redundant to me. My family noticed a change in me, I was a bit more isolated, and a lot more rude to everyone. My parents got really concerned about me so they took me to see a therapist, and of course, I thought it was redundant. Dr. Richard is a great man, very comical, and adventurous, but I still couldn't tell him anything that's really going on. I didn't tell him anything actually.
My isolation got worse, and soon I was separated from everyone who was just trying to help. Freshman year then started, this is where hell gets more dark. Roger is now a sophomore, and I'm a freshman, so every now and then I would run into him at school. There were moments where he'd take me to the middle of wherever, and I was on my knees again, but I didn't try to fight it this time.
Around December I meet this incredible guy. He was around my height, 5'7, light dark skin, Puerto Rican, with gorgeous black, curly hair. His smile was just mesmerizing, and so white; it was like looking at one of Michael Angelos creations. His name is Alex, and him and I hit it off pretty well at first. He took me out to the movies where we watched a horror film. Little bastard just wanted me to get scared, so that I could get close to him. I ended up falling for him.
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Short StoryI was just looking for someone to like me, I was never trying to get hurt. My body is aching, but I didn't allow myself to feel it, or anything for that matter. For 5 years I've been numb, and those 5 years came back to haunt me. Now, I remembere...
