I sat in my room with my head in my hands. I pulled my hair by the roots. My whole body ached and my mind is fuzzy. Almost as if I was looking at it through someone else's eyes and not my own. But one thing was woven into my head.
Playing over and over. On an endless cycle. I want it to stop. Tears leaked down my face. Silent sobs tore through me. From deep down inside my body. My body shook from them.
I walked into the party with slightly revealing clothes. Shannon had got me to wear. I felt uncomfortable and didn't like the way guys were looking at me.
Shannon left me to fend for myself. I poured myself a small cup full of an unknown substance. "hello." Someone said from behind me. I turned slowly and saw Tyler the schools bad boy. "Hey." I replied. "here have a drink."
I nodded and gulped down the drink he gave me. I felt weird I was stumbling everywhere.
I smacked my head trying to push the memory out. stupid stupid stupid. How could I be so stupid?! I fell back into my bed and curled up in a ball. I rocked back and forth. My mom and dad can't know. They will find out how weak I am.
How stupid I am. I let this happen. I could have stopped it. I shouldn't have worn that dress. Or those heels. I shouldn't have put on that makeup. I may have a beating heart and be breathing but I'm dead.
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