3 months, 2 weeks, 6 days, 23 hours, and 57 minutes since that last word I spoke. That word was "No!". Funny how to some people "No!" means "Yes!". 3 months, 2 weeks, 6 days, 23 hours, and 58 minutes since called the cops on the kids. 3 months, 2 weeks, 6 days, 23 hours, and 59 minutes since I became an outcast. It's been 3 months, 3 weeks, and 1 day since I was raped.
I guess I should start from the beginning of it all. My friends Margret and Amanda insisted that I come to this party at the Dells. If I knew then what I knew now, I never would've gone. If I knew then what I knew now, I would be normal again. That's irrelevant. So, I'm at the Dells, and I notice Aaron Abbot giving me these strange looks. Looks that resembled a man deprived from sex. I ignored him like I always do, he's a womanizer and jerk, a common occurrence between the men here. Margret and Amanda saw they're boyfriends, and abandoned me to make googly-eyes at their "soul-mates." So I'm left alone, when Aaron walks, more like slinks over, and starts talking to me. I never should've stayed.
Next thing I knew I was tossed back into my trees, my legs weak from effort. I refused to give in. It was too late. He was stronger, faster, and more aroused than me. As I said before, my last word was "No!" Didn't go over to well with Aaron. He ripped straight through my private body, stealing something that was never meant to be his. He took the only thing I every truly had to offer. He left me there. Cold, dirty, bloody, and ruined. I screamed into my hands, and did the only thing I knew what was right anymore. I called 911. Amanda and Margret came running over to me, saying how police were coming. I showed them my phone, about to explain what just happened. Amanda spat on me, and Margret slapped me straight across the face. They both turned around and left me. I walked for miles. Confused, hurt, lonely, and broken I walked. I passed cops, cars, students, and adults. Not one person stopped. I watched the Son's of Ipswich speed by, Reid Garwin driving recklessly. I prayed that it was a dream. I never woke up.
I finally made it to the dorms, and made it to my room. About to fall into my bed, I noticed something. A key standing out on the dresser. My stuff was packed and pressed up against the wall. Amanda was asleep in her bed, Morgan asleep in mine. I wordlessly gathered my stuff and made my way to the room. It was a old janitors closet with a tiny cot taking up all the space. I made my way down and cried myself to sleep.
I woke up and found my whole body hurt, but it was nothing in comparison to my heart. I made my way to the showers, feeling all eyes plastered to my back, my head hung low. Aaron waltzed up to me, smirking a sick smile like my suffering was a priceless joke and he finally made it to the punch line. I scampered around him, speeding off towards the promise of clean. The girls watched me in the shower, whispering remarks about how I was a goodie-two-shoes and a squealer. I rinsed off as soon as possible and rushed back to the stupid room I seemed condemned to. I was going to ask for Amanda and Margret's apology and ask for my bed back, but thought better of it. In here, I was alone. In here, I was safe. That's all that mattered anymore.
3 months, 3 weeks, and 1 day ago I decided something. I would never trust again. Trusting gets you burned. Trusting gets you abandoned. Trusting makes you lonely. It was me against the world. It was going to stay that way. It's the start of a new term, and I will never be the same.