(Fall away - Twenty One Pilots)

It was warm, but the wind blew like it was meant to be cold.

The leaves crunched under my sneakers.

You laughed at how I jumped on each one like it's a tile and I'm a five year old in a grocery store.

The kids from the Club were playing a game.

Dodgeball to be exact, we played with the kids too, but eventually you beat me at the game.

I was jokingly frustrated at the fact that you beat me, and you jokingly rubbed it in my face.

That day I smiled more that I'd ever had in months.

I felt okay for once.

I joked around a lot with you.

I was comfortable with you.

I "punched" you in the side a couple times and you picked me up and swung me around.

You were tall.

I was short.

You held me in your arms for a while and then dropped me back down.

I smiled, I felt fine.

We talked in the cold winds for another hour, watching as the kids scurried about.

I trusted you.

I was a fool for that.

I felt important.

Then a little thing was whispered in my ear.

It made me lose all trust in you.

Who were you really?

Everything I knew about you suddenly became false.

Everything I knew about you was a lie.

I didn't know you anymore.

And I was uncomfortable.

I felt dirty.

I felt disgusting.

I wanted to take a hot shower and scald my own skin off.

That day.

In the hot, cold windy weather.

You said goodbye to me early because you're dad was there to pick you up.

You told me goodbye.

Grabbed me by the arms and tried to give me a hug.

I didn't want to, I wasn't ready for that.

You responded by roughly grabbing me by the shoulders and pulling me to you .

You lingered.

I didn't want this.

I panicked, I didn't want this.

I didn't want this, I didn't want this, I didn't want you on me.

My nails dug into your shirt, begging for you to let me go.

Please let me go.

I even screamed.

"Stop! Stop!"

I didn't want this.

Then you let go.

You ran away.

You were the type of guy nobody wanted to pay attention to.

I did.

I regretted it.

Based on a true story