Chapter One
"Serena! Where have you been?"
I didn't answer. I didn't even stop. All I wanted to do was cry my eyes out, and I was on my way to the bathroom to do it. I could hear Amy running behind me, asking me questions, but I didn't even glance. I sniffled, and held back my tears for a few moments. I only had a few minutes until my second class started, and I needed to cry before then. I pushed my way into the bathroom, locked myself in a stall, sat down on the toilet seat, and began to cry.
"Serena? Are you in here? Why are you ignoring me?"
I didn't want Amy to know what was going on. Not yet. Not until I had the time to process what was happening. I know she could hear my crying, but I didn't care. As I slowed it down a bit, I reached into my bag and pulled out a journal. For the past few years, ever since becoming Sailor Moon, I had kept a written journal of all the attacks and battles. I skipped to a page, and began to read.
March 18th
I don't know why it happened. I don't know whether I should tell anyone.
There was a battle. Between me and the those two. I don't even know what to call them, and I don't know why the scouts didn't come. Did they not feel that I was in pain, that I needed their help? I won't blame them though. All that matters is what happened.
He took advantage of me, and she kept laughing. I don't know why. It was painful, it hurt. I didn't know whether I would survive. I cried and I screamed but nobody came. It kept on happening.
My journal entries were often short and not very detailed. I never wanted it to get into the wrong hands. I remembered everything, especially that night. The shrill laughs echoed in my mind all month, and this morning. This morning now than ever. Slipping my journal back into my bag, I let my tears fall for a few more moments, until I heard the bell. I stood up, opened the stall, and noticed Amy silently waiting for me.
"Serena? Are you okay?"
"Yeah," I told her, "I'll be fine."
"Are you sure?"
I nodded, although I knew perfectly well that I would not be fine. Nothing would be fine. That night echoed in my mind, and I was facing the reprocusions of it. It was not my fault, but I knew people would say it is. How was I supposed to tell my parents? They didn't know I was Sailor Moon. I couldn't very well tell them that. Amy walked me to class, both of us silent as we walked along. I spoke no words during class, which I'm sure worried many people. I didn't care.