It went from doing a good deed to protect my best friend, to having someone I barely knew, touch me inappropriately, to attempting to protect her with all that I had, to having the whole situation, make me regret my existence. A true story, believed by everyone to be a lie, put me in a place of being rejected, harassed, and cornered (physically and emotionally). Cornered and backed into a wall. Slammed into lockers. Screamed at. Threatened. No matter what I did, or what I said, to attempt to make things better, nothing helped. My “friends” condemned me, my acquaintances tried to hurt me, and my family no longer trusted me. No kind words were spoken for years. I’d find myself crying every night, or sitting at home alone, avoiding school altogether.
It didn’t stop. The attackers continued, and more found themselves joining this bandwagon… this attack against me.
I haven’t given up. It’s been five years and yet if not him, then another is harassing me. Whether it be his friends, or an ex, or just anyone else who seems to find themselves to be that important. Either way, I live everyday to the fullest, smile because I can and do my best to not let their words or threats get in my way.