The Journal of Darkness

🤐😵🗡 A Silent Assault🗡😵🤐

🎶 Melody 🎶

Becoming a female when originally being a male is difficult especially when doing the process while in high school. People aren't the most open-minded when it comes to things that aren't "normal". I don't understand why people don't accept that the world's view on certain aspects is changing and that they need to keep up. I'm Melody and I'm a trans - I started transitioning in the 9th grade and this year I'm graduating fully as a woman. The transition had a lot of pros and cons but I was 100 percent happy with results.

My new life started but the start wasn't the most pleasant. Obviously, the dumbass guys at school and some girls thought I was disgusting but I didn't pay any mind to them because it didn't matter if they approved. Comments were made and to say the least half of them hurt but I expected the hate. But what I didn't expect was the hate I received from my teachers. The bullying would happen right in front of them and they did nothing. Sometimes they would even laugh.

Life at school got crazy bad but life at home was still a safe place. I had a good support system and a good best friend. But not even they could support me until my breaking. The students at school became too vigorous with their language and the way they handled me.

Months after the transition the boys, particularly the stereotypical football players, have been more on the harassment side towards me. Many except my best friend, Diamond has let them continue their ways. The boys have become more violent. Marks have made there way on to my body during the locker room time because my school still sees me as a male. I would receive shoves into the locker and equipment we currently used that same day would always find harsh contact with me.

But the physical abuse didn't stop there. Soon enough I was getting literally fucking jumped by these dudes. Although I was a full fucking woman now these men still put their hands on me saying that I'll never be a woman. Other things like abomination, fag, cocksucker, and other derogatory names were thrown at me as they beat the shit out of me. It wasn't a daily thing thank God but it definitely happened enough for my parents at home to realize and want to come to the school and get these boys in trouble.

But I didn't want any more drama so I told them that I didn't want that to happen. I only had another month until I graduated, so I could ride it out. Because in a month I wouldn't have to see these people anymore. But riding it out didn't exactly go to plan. Two weeks before graduation I was walking home and I heard snickering coming from behind me, but I didn't look because I didn't think it was a serious problem. My walk home involved me taking the dirt trail in the woods because it was a shortcut but that day it proved to be a nightmare. While walking down this trail I heard multiple footsteps running. I looked behind me to find the football players following me and my heart jumped out my chest. I booked it down that trail and ran as fast as I could without looking back. They were yelling at me and telling themselves to not let me escape. 

At some point they would catch me but I wouldn't go without a fight. My body was burning and I knew I was going to slow down soon. I'm just thinking if I could just get off the dirt trail and into the open town then it wouldn't be no problem. That didn't quite work out like it was suppose to. While almost getting to that opening I was roughly grabbed by my collar and dragged down. I immediately covered my face. Kicks and punchs were immediately thrown, connecting with my body. My body was growing with pain but they weren't going to get a sound out of me. I wasn't going to give them the satisfaction of my screams. I knew there were colored bruises forming on my body, especially my stomach. They were yelling curses at me and telling me to take it faggot. 

When I thought the beating was over a big kick launched at my head and dazed me. My hands no long covered my face and they took advantage. The kicks and punches to my head were multipling by the second. After about a couple dozens of hits to my head I could barely open my eyes. The hits stop coming but the laughing grew so loud I tried covering my ears but it hurt to move. I didn't know if they were going to continue there assualt but I needed to get out of there or I would die. My body physically couldn't move so I obviously didn't go no where. Awhile went by and I heard them start walking away. But that wasn't the case because I soon felt my body be lifted and carried. My sight still really didn't come back but someone was hauling me somewhere and that frightened me. Minutes later I was laid down.

Whoever it was whispered in my ear, " Enjoy." I cringed because I didn't know what I was enjoying after that horrible beaten. But I soon found out becasue my pants came down along with my underwear. For some reason my eyes immediately shot open and my eye sight came to me, I don't know if it was the adrenaline but I was going to use whatever I had to get out this situation. I started moving and whoever it was held me down and took action. the pain shot up from my lower back and I wanted to scream but he covered my mouth. I couldn't do nothing but take it. Maybe ten minutes went by until he finished. I felt incredibly nasty and unworthy. He told me I was thanked for the good time. 

He carried me again but this time once he stopped I dropped into a pool of water. I think he threw me in the river but I couldn't panic becasue I couldn't move. My body was frozen. At that moment I knew that was it for me. As I sunk further the light on the surface grew smaller. All together my sight went black.