HailMikhailer wrote this heartbreaking story about a girl looking back at what happened to her when she was only thirteen.

Author's Notes: I just want to say that this may not be rated-R; but this story is something related to harassment. Please read with caution since this is only fiction; but that doesn't mean that these things do not happen in real life because it does. But in this short story, this is only a work of fiction and it only advocates that any type of harassment should stop. Hope you enjoy my short story.

Thirteen.

I was thirteen years old when it happened.

"Lemme-"

I had baby fats, but I was taller than most of my classmates. I wasn't the pretty type of girl nor did I have those wavy long hair that some of my pretty classmates have. I was just a plain girl who had a dark mid-length hair and would rather wear slacks instead of a skirt as a school uniform.

"-No"

I once liked a guy when we were ten; yet it never stayed long since I was only infatuated.

He then confessed when we were in middle school.

He said he liked me.

Liked.

He liked me; but it also faded like friction pen. We were friends; but not really close.

We were only friends since we were classmates in primary school.

"Please"

His pleading eyes held something.

I couldn't decipher his emotions; nor could I contemplate a reason why he wanted to in the first place.

He wanted to touch me.

I wasn't stupid, or so I thought.

"Please.... no one will know"

"No" I spat and left him.

His pleadings became constant.

Every single day, he would plead for it to happen.

He even told me that I have big boobs; and it dramatically affected my own self-esteem.

It made me feel odd from other girls; I mean I do feel fat.

But am I really that big in people's eyes?

I thought it is only normal for girls to have at least a few fats.

"He wouldn't stop" he muttered; as I was stopped by my thoughts.

I turned to look at him.

"Who?"

He sighed.

"Him; he wanted me to touch you"

Liar.

"He saw your picture"

"What picture?"

"A picture of you in a beach; in a swimsuit"

My face flushed.

I didn't really exactly have a load of friends on social media.

But did he really see it?

I just wish my mom didn't post that picture. I know I was only around eleven when it was captured; but that doesn't mean perverts do not exist in this world.

I wished I knew better.

"I don't see the connection"

He rolled his eyes.

"He wanted me to touch you.... for him"

I wanted to gag.

Stop!

"Fine"

It was my sudden outburst; I was tired of his begging.

I wanted him to go away.

I wished he could understand that I only said that because I wanted him to go away.

He didn't.

He nodded and told me to wait for him after class.

I didn't pass by his classroom.

I wanted to escape from what I just agreed on.

I mean; no girl would want someone to touch her inappropriately.

The next day has arrived.

I was nervous; I mean I did escape.

Yet freedom was never made for idiots like me.

"I'll do it; he has been tormenting me for weeks and I wouldn't take his bullsh!t anymore" he spat as his eyes held impatience.

I didn't speak.

Why couldn't he just stop it? He knew that I didn't want it.

We were listening to the teacher when he suddenly tried to touch me.

My breathing stopped.

My face flushed; no one was looking.

He succeeded.

I didn't feel wetness in my eyes; yet it was heavy.

My heart was heavy.

He looked at me with those apologetic eyed as he muttered a 'sorry'.

"N-No it's fine" I stuttered as I pretended to listen to the discussion.

Why?

Why me?

Why not some other girls who would be willing to sell her own body?

Why me?

Was I that easy?

Was I that easy for you to just ruin me like that?

I couldn't consider myself young; I was about to become fourteen the next year.

Yet I couldn't exactly say that I was old enough to be the most stupid person who would let someone touch you like that.

He was sorry.

Of course I couldn't believe him, why would I?

I knew I sounded bitter; and I knew that I led him to his temptations.

Yet I just wished he couldn't have been persistent on it.

"I'm sorry, I-I hope that we'll still be friends" he spoke.

The sad part is that I accepted his apology.

I wanted it to be gone; I wanted those memories to be buried a hundred feet below.

Or even a million if only I could.

I thought forgiving him would set me free.

Yet still, it will never go away like how I wanted it to go.

I was wrong.

I was stupid. Not because of what happened; but it was because it had happened four years ago.

I never told any authorities about it.

I had kept it to myself until I turned sixteen.

I told my close and best friends about it.

It was too late.

I only told them about it since the heaviness in my heart never faded.

It may be because of numbness or pain; but I could care less of the reason.

I wanted it to go away so badly.

It was something not even water could wash away the dirty feeling that I had.

It wasn't sex; and I thank God for that.

I knew deep inside that there are also girls who had suffered more than what I had suffered.

Yet I still felt dirty and disgusted of myself.

I cried.

I cried for the first time because of what happened.

I even blamed myself for what happened.

I mean, it was my fault why it happened in the first place.

It was as if we were both on a cliff.

He told me to jump.

I didn't want to.

He carried me and threw me from the cliff; yet I didn't scream.

Below the cliff was a hundred feet river; and I was drowning.

It could've been prevented if I tried harder to avoid him.

I drowned myself.

I did this to myself.

I was stupid.

I was blind.

I was blinded of his lies; I was blinded of what I could've done to prevent it.

It will always be there; my mistake that will linger until my death.

It was mistake of being oblivious.

It was my oblivion who gave me this mistake.