I bet you are all wondering why I don't like to be called Josh anymore right? Well, I'm gonna tell you. When I was 8 I went to my friend Evanz house to play, but he wasn't in. He lived across the road so I was aloud to go on my own. I walked back to my house, but was pulled into an alleyway.
I didn't scream. I could of, but I was in to much shock. Then he started to touch me and he pulled my shorts down and then he...then...he....he raped me.
After that he left. I ran all the way home, sobbing my eyes out. I got home and my mum consoled me, asking what was wrong. I told her and she hugged me. She had started to cry and she called my dad home from work. She explained what happened and he gave me a huge hug. We called the police and they had to do tests on me so they could find any DNA so they could discover the culprit. They found him and I had to go to court.
Do you know how humiliating it is to point to a doll and tell the whole court room where the man touched you whilst you listen to the shocked gasps of the Jury and the sobs coming from your mother.The worst part. Wanna know the worst part?
Having the man that did it to you stand right in front of you whilst you tell the story.
The man was proven guilty and was sentanced to life in prison due to the fact that he had murdered countless people.
I was the one off that sent him to jail.
I still have nightmares about him to this day, picturing his horrible hands roam my body and smell his muggy stale breath.
I grew up and I went to school. I was just starting senior school when I started to get bullied. When I had been raped, I was in every newspaper in the country. So, all the kids knew about me and they began to twist the story, even concluding that I was the actual rapist and that I raped the man.
I made friends, but they were not enough to drown out the names and taunts of the other kids. My friends helped me through, but it wasn't what I needed as release from the pain. So I started cutting.
But I could never keep it a secret anymore and eventually the whole school knew. Then Hollow started to get closer to me.
One day he made me a promise that if I didn't cut anymore, he would dump Jasmine. I had agreed and I have never cut since.
About 2 weeks after that me and Hollow were walking home from school, as we lived just across the road from each other when Jack came with a curling iron. 2 of the other bullies pinned me down and started to beat me up whilst they burnt Hollow's name into his thigh.
Once they left I carried Hollow to his house and his mum callled my mum straight away and then took us both to the hospital. We got patched up, but the bullies never got arrested.
We went back to school to see signs everywhere of me and Hollow kissing (photoshopped) with captions saying "The 2 fags!" or "Faggot and Faggot sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!"
It was horrible. After that me and Hollow moved schools, but I decided to change my name, along with Hollow.
After that there were only 3 people that called me Josh. Jasmine, Jack and....the man that raped me.
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I didn't really want to do a bit author's note, but that was just why Rage changed his name to Rage from Josh.
It was too long to fit into one chapter to I decided to put it on it's own.
~Peace Out, Angel <3
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