My brother searches and searches for who did this to me. But little does he know they're right under his nose. His things called "friends" are what did this to me. They're monsters, how could they wake up everyday knowing they did that to someone? Did they do it someone else because he said "you're next" like he did it to others. I'm not going to say anything, I haven't in a while. I don't speak at home or school. I sit in shock and flash backs that make me want to puke. What's wrong with you? That's the trending question towards me. I look at them and say nothing. I show them the pain and hurt through my eyes and silentness.
About a week later James walks up to me in first hour and sits down.
"You okay?"
I stare.
"I didn't mean for that to happen. It wasn't supposed to happen like that. Don't tell anyone, please, or else I'll have to hurt you."
Don't you think you've already hurt me James.
He looks away and gets up.
I couldn't believe I said that to him. My heart started to pound and I wanted to let it all out. But I couldn't make it seem like I'm weak. The only thing that came out was a single tear out of my left eye.
My brother begged and begged for me to tell him. But what James said kept replaying into my head and I knew I shouldn't say anything.
