Issues

Trauma

Imagine being the only person in the area that sees and hears  a silhouette howling in pain and begging for its life to end. Everyone else is unaware of whats happening and you just have to ignore it, only for it to get louder. Imagine having no one to talk about because you are scared that they will  think you are insane. No one understands the trauma you went through. You are completely alone. Its horrible to think about and you can't imagine living like that, right? Well thats the hell I have been going through ever since I moved to a small town in Midwestern America.
   I moved to the town when I was in six grade. I am just going to call the town Yorktown. I moved into a shitty suburbia that was only four blocks away from my school. It was also right next to a McDonald's that everyone in the area went to.
    Months pass. It was almost the end of sixth grade, than I would be going into middle school. I was bullied heavily for being gay,  and I was a closeted trans kid.  My friend and I where heading to the McDonald's to get a drink. A group of highschoolers and one kid that was in my grade  approached us. They asked me if I was gay. That was a weird question to ask someone. I just akwardly told them I  was and continued walking. They started throwing stuff at my friend and I. It was  until I had enough and turned around to tell them to stop. They grabbed me by the hair and pulled me down to the ground.They just kept hitting me. I was scared and couldn't do anything. My friend stepped in and got them off of me. They of course ran off so they dont get in trouble. We went to McDonald's and called the police. The police said I started it. How did I start it? Why was I blamed? What did I do wrong? My head raced. I had a panic attack in the back of a police car as they drove me home. To this day, im scared to be alone. Every time I pass that spot, I see silhouettes watching me go by, only to remind me of what happened.
I was in a bad mental state. The teachers found dark red lines of self hatred littering my arms and called in a special councilor who determined what was going to happen to me. After awhile, she decided to put me in hell. I was put in a catholic mental hospital that later ended up being the source of most of my problems but also helped me meet one of my closest friends. On Thursday the Chaplin came in. I hope that old man rots in jail after what he did to me and multiple other patients. When no one was looking, he touched my chest and ass. I couldn't say anything. No one will believe me... who would? I had no way to get out of it, until I was discharged the hell in a holy disguise. I am currently working to get him arrested. Every time I pass by that place, my mind goes to static, causing something to turn the faucet in my eyes, and causing my whole body to stop functioning correctly. My minds demoms watch me through the windows of the rotting shithole.