"Mickey, tell us."

"Mickey. Hiding this secret is killing you."

I can't tell them. I'm trying to keep them safe.

"Son, you have to tell us this secret. It's hurting you and us."

"Mickey, I'm your mother. Please admit what you're hiding."

I have to keep this hidden. I can't say anything.

"Keep your mouth shut, little bitch."

"You're a fat, ugly bitch who was asking for it."

I know. I know; I hear this insults every day.

I can't stop this on my own. I need someone to help me.