To my 14 year old self
I am sorry I felt ashamed when a classmate molested you.
It wasn't your fault! I tear up as I write this.
I am sorry you felt that it was nothing to cry about.
It happened in front of a guy who was a family friend.
I am sorry, he did nothing to stop him.
They laughed at how outraged you looked.
I am sorry you didn't feel like you could tell anyone about it.
You had to carry that pain inside you, over all these years.
I am sorry that even when you told a family member, their only response was an uncomfortable silence.
You were made to feel that there was something wrong with you that attracted his overtures.
I sorry that you had to grapple with the wandering hands of even older men in future.
No body deserves to have their consent violated, nobody invites it on to themself.
I am sorry that you still had to face them after what they did and pretend that you were fine.
You felt so unsafe, every time you were out alone in public.
I am sorry it took so long a time for you to be comfortable hugging your loved ones.
It's all on the perpetrators. I know it now.
I am sorry I didn't know it back then.
You are too soft! You are such a wimp!
I am sorry that you believed all those lies.
I promise to try and do better.
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Bruised Innocence
Teen FictionAn innocent boy gains the attention of a senior jock of the school. The journey home after a joyride scars his soul and takes him to a new level of solitude and understanding of this world. Will he ever be able to heal after someone brutally shatter...