After a month, Luis was finally out of my life, and alcohol has never been more comforting. Freshman year was almost over; but there was still a lot to do. I was in the a program in school where it allows you to work with troubled students, and help them better themselves. I wasn't troubled, or misbehaving, I just liked helping out. Which is weird, because you'd think that I'd be a bitch to everyone.
Any who, the groups sponsor had organized a day for the group to go paint balling. I've never gone paint balling, and I was so excited to give it a try, but guess who also went...Roger. God when was I ever going tog we rid of him. The day came for us to go shoot people with paintballs, and I got suited up in an army men's uniform. We go into the field, and I swear to this has been the straightest thing I've ever done.
I was getting it on, and I was having the time of my life. As we were getting ready to head back home I noticed that I had completely ripped the side of my pants; my thigh was completely visible, but good thing I was wearing boxers. We get dropped off at school, but I didn't head home. Roger had pulled me to the back of the school's tennis court and ripped my pants just a lot more.
My hands were held between his hand and a fence; I couldn't move. All I could remember was the owner of the paint balling ring screaming "Ready," I wasn't. "Set" I didn't have to get ready, my body was forced into position. "Go!" and it then ended. For the three years that I've had encounters with Roger, not once did I let him be inside me. This time however, he has claimed victory, and I was left in defeat.
Once I was home, and everyone was dead asleep I get up, and walk towards the kitchen. I get one of the cutting knives and place it under my pillow, and for the first time I let myself finally cry. I hoped for the knife to stab me while I slept, but I thought of everyone I'd leave behind. So before anything happened I went and placed the knife back where it was. I returned to my room, and cried myself to sleep.
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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...
