My story

Eighth grade

I have more scars I didn't know how it happened. But this weight was dragging me down I didn't want to eat. I didn't want to do a lot of things anymore. Music was my only outlet. I'd always have my earphones in my ears. I hid myself more. I was trying to make people not care about me. I was mean unless you were my friends they never let me be sad around them. I just wanted them to give up on me. I wanted everyone to give up. I got a call from the principal to go to her office. A detective was waiting for me. This was the day that changed my life. She said that my cousin admitted to rapping me. He took everything from me. They put the weight of the world back on my shoulders with one sentence. She looked me in the eyes and said "Teresa we need you to tell us if you want to open the case up again". she just asked a 14 year old if they want to put a family member in jail. My head spun I didn't know what to say. So I took her card from her and said I'd think about it. After 3 days of thinking and some high anxiety I went back to that office. I called the detective with my principals work phone swallowed my fear. Then told them to open it. They put him away and I felt guilty like I did something wrong. After that I shut down more but still put on an act. I didn't want my mom to be mad at me for being broken. I was just 14 but it's okay I was used to it by then.