{WARNING: possibly triggering}
My rapist had a best friend that we we'll call "mal". Mal and I met at school, and soon went to an event. After said event, he texted me saying I was cute. I was still an open wound from what happened with his friend, i scavenged for saftey that wouldn't be found until a while later.
I thought our relationship was a good one, but oh lord was I wrong. He threatened to backhand me, he made me cut off male friends, and so on. The worst part? I trusted him and every word he said. I lost my virginity to this...douchebag.
And once that ended, more sprouted and continued to make me worse. Soon enough, I was met with a guy that I trusted. He persisted that i sent nudes to him. I did, and he posted them. I have never wanted to commit suicide more than that moment. I was ready to die that night.
But alas, I can't. See, I have little siblings I need to stay alive for. But I did continue to slice my skin open until my arm was full. I moved to my left thigh a night after due to no room on my arm.
(Sorry this was all over the place.)
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Não FicçãoHi, I'm Rose, an old boyfriend of mine did a horrendous thing to me when I was 14. I'm turning 16 soon and I want to let people know that they are not alone. I also currently suffer from PTSD, depression, anxiety, trichotillomania, and self harm urg...
