"No, please don't hurt me. Please stop." I sobbed. Why was he doing this to me? "Please, I'll do anything, just don't hurt me. Please," I whimpered.
"Aww, sugar, there ain't nothin' to worry about. It'll be over before you know it. Trust me. I've done this before. It only hurts for a second. Although I have to say I normally go for girls a little older but you'll do just fine." James said in what he probably thought was a comforting voice, but it scared me even more because I realized there was no way to get out of this now. My fate was sealed.
I stopped trying to fight and just let it happen and it hurt like hell. I tried to stifle my screams of agony because they seemed to egg him on further. After he was finished, I knew there was no going back now. I was damaged goods, no longer pure. I was only a freshman for God's sake and I had just lost something so precious and I knew I would never be able to get it back.
It's been three years since that terrible night and I have never been more miserable in my entire sad existence called life. I have no friends and I'm a senior in high school. Whoever said high school was the best four years of your life was seriously delusional. I'd have to call it the worst because before high school I was popular and had friends and even a boyfriend—although I don't know if you can really consider it a boyfriend since we never even kissed—but now all of that was over. I was completely alone and it sucked.
I suppose I should be used to it by now, but do you honestly ever get used to being shut out by the entire world. I tend to blend in now, but occasionally someone will start a rumor about me that will travel through the entire school and, make me even more of an outcast—which is hard to accomplish.
I was floating alone in a black abyss becoming more depressed each and every day. That is, until they came along and turned my world completely upside down aand I was never again the same.