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The night started in the local Rite-Aid parking lot. "If only I hadn't have used the restroom," I torment myself.
the little things. I warmed up to them and we hit it off; they even joked about me joining their friend-group. After a while, the self-proclaimed ‘leader’of the group asked for my number. Innocently, I gave it to him. After making small talk with the boys for about an hour, I decided to head home. “What a cool crowd,” I thought.
Shortly after arriving home, the boy–Simon–te
Guilt. Sadness. Anger. Disgust. Shock. Confusion. Numbness.
I have felt and still feel a lot of different emotions—some that I’m not ready to deal with yet. And that is okay. For now, the important thing is I recognize what he did was wrong, immoral, and criminal. I admit that I was raped. I do not deny it anymore. I accept that I will have to dedicate a lot of effort to overcome my future struggles and emotions that are associated with my abuse. I am prepared to go on that journey, but one
