"Oh, you're so smart, Mitchie!" My teachers always adored.
And they were right. I was smart, in a lot of areas. Areas I wish I weren't.
So, when Caitlyn went through this phase of pure stupidity of thinking sexual abuse was funny, I was the one glaring daggers and giving her the 101 reasons why it wasn't. She would always say: 'I don't know what it is, but is sounds funny so I bet it is!' in her eyes.
Idiot.
"Oh, you're so smart, Mitchie! But are you smart or are you SMART?" Nate mocks one Monday morning.
My teeth clench at those words. He thinks it's so funny! When he becomes a victim to something like, or even close, to it, he'll… I can't even finish my thoughts.
But as much as I want to scream at Nate that I wasn't, I know he's right. I am smart. In both ways.
That's why that one word glares at me from my forearm, always taunting me of my past.
SMART.
Sexually molested and raped twice.
A/N: Ugh! I fucking HATE that joke and how DARE people think it's funny! I just had to write this, get it out of my system.
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