it was .... the camp lady. (i dont know what to call her ahah) 'hello naomi' 'hey' 'can you make your way to the main hall we're going to be partnering people up' 'yeah' she leaves and i follow her out. i sat down and she starts reading out partners for this weeks assignment 'nessa and josh, naomi and um quinton' i role my eyes i don't even know who that is. she finishes talking to us then i rush back to my cabin but i feel a tap on my shoulder 'naomi right?' a boy with black hair and freckles says 'yeah what do u want?' 'i'm quinton' 'oh' 'where do u wanna do the project' 'my cabin tommorow' 'yeah sure here's my number you know just in case' he passes me a price of paper with a number on it i put it in my pocket and walk of. i walked into my cabin and got in the shower. i got into some nike pros and a oversized t-shirt then went straight to bed.
i woke up to someone banging on my door. i storm out of bed and open it to see quinton standing there. 'uh what do you want' 'we have to work on the project' 'uh do we really need to do it right now?' he ignores my question and walks in 'yeah okay you can come in' he laughs and sits on my bed' 'so did i wake you up?' he laughs 'yes' 'sorry ahah but you do know it's 10:00' 'um no i didn't' 'im gonna go in the shower i'll be out in a minute' 'can i come' he smirks 'piss of' i walk into the shower and wash my hair and body. i forgot my clothes so i walk into where quinton was. i go to my draws and get out a outfit i can feel him staring at me. 'take a picture it will last longer' 'i- i wasn't staring' i turn around and look at him 'your drooling' i laugh then walk back into the bathroom.
*naomi's outfit*
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i walk back out and we do the project half way through i get up and get snacks 'why don't you speak to anyone?' 'umm it's easier to not' 'what do you mean' 'people are fake if you have friends there most probably gonna be fake' 'oh fair enough' 'how about we play 21 questions' 'do we have to' 'yes' 'fine' 'okay um how old are you' '16, how old are you' '16 as well, what's your favourite colour?' 'hmm white, where do u live' 'la, what about you' 'la too, do you have a boyfriend' 'um no, do you go to school or are you home schooled?' 'home schooled, are you a virgin?' i freak out when people ask that it's a touchy subject. i didn't want to loose my virginity but i was forced my ex bf he forced me to have sec with him. i feel like i've zoned out and i feel a tear roll down my face. 'um a-are you okayy' 'yeah yeah i'm fine' i reply wiping my tears 'are you sure naomi' 'yes i'm fine you should go' 'naomi-' quinton stands up from my bed and grabs my arm. 'i said leave!' he left and i slam the door.
⚠️self harm warning⚠️
i ran the the bathroom and grabbed my razor and started cutting.
1. i'm ugly 2. i'm fat 3. i was r@ped 4. i miss my mum and dad 5. life is shit
sometimes being touched or the mention of sex makes me remember the day it happend. i have tried killing myself before but it never works. sometimes i think of it but i hang on just to wait and see if something good actually happens in life. i grabbed a towel and and pushed it against the cuts. i waited for them to stop bleeding then got into bed.
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a/n: i kinda wanna do a flashback of everything that happens to her
