Caution: possible harassment trigger

There's always a specific moment in your life that you wish you could take back, and you wish you could get a re-do. Sadly, that's not how life is. This one moment... it sucked the life out of me. Going into this camp, I was a white light. I had always felt at home there, and I was ready to show my true colors amongst my friends. However, I made a new friend. His name was Flash. Now, Flash was a very flirty guy. As soon as we became friends, he would lean on me, draw on my legs, steal my glasses, and hold my hands. I liked him, too. The first two days with him and everyone else were amazing. The red in me was let out, as the love and happiness shone through. I was all red, and couldn't be happier about it. But then... it went downhill when Flash kissed me. This wasn't my first kiss, so I merely thought that it couldn't happen again since we were at camp. I thought that I wanted to kiss him, until it happened. I didn't like it at all. Then, he started to become even more distant with me a half hour after the kiss. He would flirt with the TA, Cale, and basically ignore my existence for the rest of the day, except to try and get me to do it again. He'd let out the gross green that was a mix of blue and yellow, not sure where to fall. Later in the day, he pulled me behind the rest of the group. He said he wanted to talk. I said we should keep walking, but he kissed me again anyway. Then, the big thing happened. He asked if it was okay to touch my butt as he placed his hand on my very upper thigh. When I said no, he grabbed the flesh of my butt hard. I had to speed walk away, shaking. He had let out the purple. The kind of purple that makes you unsettled and nauseous. I was not okay. For the rest of the week, he kept trying to get me alone with him again. I tried to let him down easy, but it was so hard to do so. Then, he gave me an ultimatum. He said that he wouldn't talk to me if I kept pushing him away, and I still liked him, so I was very distraught. Throughout the rest of the week he kept ignoring me still, and I let him go after our performance on the last day. But then I started to feel the seriousness of the situation. The violation, the disrespect, the hurt. It all came out in a sticky, yellow mess. A mustard yellow that is displeasing to the eye. I told the camp counselors after I went back to visit, and discovered after two weeks that Flash had asked out another girl. It hurt like hell. Orange, bright, burning hellfire in my heart. He treated me like shit and then kicked me to the curb for another girl. The same day, I found out that he chased after a girl BEFORE the second girl. He had moved on TWICE since he did what he did to me. I was blue beyond all blues. The dark blue of the rivers, and the calm blue of the skies that I wished to fold into. I cried crystal blue tears until I greeted sleep that night. I decided to give up Snapchat and Instagram so I wouldn't be hurting about losing camp and everything with Flash. I wrote this long rant to him about how he made me feel and what he should do in the future. And you know what he did? He said he will never read it. He also denied that he ever kissed me or grabbed my butt. He let out the worst color of all: black. All those colors from before were gone. Forgotten, just like he forgot me. Left there, just like he left me. Unimportant, just like me. I feel worthless. This time, I'll have to wait a bit longer for the bright side. I'll have to climb out of rock bottom again. I'll have to fight my way out of the hole he put me in. The worst part is that this happens to girls all the time. Worse things happen to girls way younger than me. And that's not okay. I won't rest until that is changed, or until I am in my grave.

"You won't know how I feel til it happens to you. You won't know, it won't be real."