My life was normal like any normal teenage girl. I had friends and family that supported me and a huge crush on not just any guy, but my best guy friend. The person who I grew up since we were in kindergarten. My only friend that I had and trusted with my life. He meant the whole world to me that I would give anything away just to be with him because without him knowing he took my heart and had it in the palm of his hands. Yet he took it for granted and crushed it as I bleed out. As I cry and scream for him to stop. I plead him and his friend to leave me alone. Did they stop you may ask? The answer to your question is no. 

I still hear my screams for help. Waiting and hoping for a teacher to walk in and save me, but no one did. Were my screams not loud enough for them to hear? Was my cries for help were not convincing enough for them to know that something was wrong? No and no. That's the answer to that. Because no one saved me that day...I did. It was one of the moments I remember as I was in the corner of the classroom trying to find a way out that it suddenly hit me. If no one is going to save me then I will. I had to find a way out from here before I become the prey. 

And I did. With my clothes almost ripped off. My hair was a mess and my face was covered in tears. I ran like my life depended on it. Was justice done that day? No. Simply said I was a lucky one who saved herself and since I wasn't technically 'raped' they will have a fair warning and only a restriction order could be done. That's when my whole life crushed down to me all at once. No one did anything and no matter the evidence of how the school didn't hear my screams they didn't do anything. My friends left me. I as schools rumored. Some said I lied, I was the one who had sex with them and only did I got raped so I could get attention, others said they heard my screams, but were afraid to see what was wrong. The teachers would gossip and without shame begged me to tell them what happened that day and if the rumors were true. Why did they care? They weren't there to save me and now suddenly they want to know. 

I was depressed and blamed myself for years until I finally had enough of it. I wasn't the monster. You are the monster. You were the one who hurt me and laughed at it like it was nothing. The person who walked down the hallways and when you saw me a smirk on your face you showed. They all believed your innocence, but no one believed the victim. The girl who they called a whore. The girl who they send threatening messages to and tell her to kill herself. No one believed her because she was provoking him with her clothes and eyes?! 

I am still here standing strong and tall. Still picking up my broken heart and gluing them back piece by piece. I know that I was lucky that I didn't get raped, but I almost did. I won't let you or them take me down because I stand tall with my voice loud and clear. The voices of many strong people who want to have justice for them. We might still fight with our demons, but it won't stop us from fighting for our rights. I stand tall with my brothers and sisters and hold their hands because WE are survivors. So here I am and I'm telling you this handsome boy...you might have marked me forever, but you won't rule my life and my future.

-Anonymous

Sincerely,
-Antibully