It was supposed to be my clean start, this wasn't supposed to happen. It wasn't supposed to happen again I thought as I ran out of art after Miss. Peters put me next to you. I stayed quiet, I wanted to move but my body unwillingly stuck to the chair.
You whispered the things you were gonna do to me. Disgusting things. But I didn't want your square head so wouldn't it be rape? Then you placed your hand under the table and placed it on my thigh, squeezing it.
"No Will."
"Let go of me."
"Stop."
Nothing made you realise that I was uncomfortable I tried to draw but I couldn't concentrate. I held the pencil in my hand and got up to sharpen it. I view the sharpener, more specifically the blade, slipping the into my pocket when I came back. You carried on grabbing my ass until the sickness in my stomach was too much and I grabbed my bag and ran out and fled to the toilet. Dark thoughts clouded my mind. Telling me I deserved what you were doing to me. I flipped the sharpener in between my thumb and index finger.
Not here.
Not now.
Luckily a few girls gaggle in and I left, keeping my head down and meeting up with Stephen. I stayed silent.
"He wouldn't believe you."
"Nothing even really happened."
Stephen asked me whats wrong I told him I was tired as we sat on the grass soaking up the sun. He knew that I'm not okay. So he told me he knows I'm lying. I lie to him more. Saying I was fine as I stole some of his food and ate it. Almost choking with laughter.
I'm sorry Stephen. Truth is I cant take this anymore.
Forgive me.
Please.
