She was only a fifteen year old girl
the pain beginning to plateau
for she felt desensitised
to the boys perverse advancesThis behaviour wasn't the norm
she knew that for a fact
but after years of affliction
she felt she deserved the harassmentShe couldn't look at herself
she couldn't look at her mother
she was angry at the world
couldn't stand her sisters or her brothersHow could they get off so easy?
how was it fair?But she reminds herself
"Everything happens for a reason"
and though she cried
she did not stop them
she felt so tired
and it never endedA new boy began taking her bus
instantly he had the others respect
he frowned the first time
he saw them touch her
and then distracted them
the second
would smile at her reassuringly
telling her it would all be okay
he was the beginning of the endAnd then they slowed
days would go by without a touch
then weeks
then months
then a year goes byAnd though they never spoke
and though she's sure he doesn't know
to him she always feels grateful
she'd never found the words to tell him
he would never knowPart four of four
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A world unlike your own
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