*WARNING STRONG USE OF LANGUAGE*
I looked at my mom.
Fuck, my back and bum still hurts.
I reached for my little sister and laughed softly.
I always laughed in awkward situations.
I smiled at her and my mom gave me a look like I was loosing my mind.
"What happened?" I asked in a calm voice.
"You were raped." My mom whispered back.
Was that what the blood was from earlier? Why was my mom crying then? Nothing happened majorly.
The next day I went back to school. Mom wanted me to stay home but I denied it.
Kids saw me. I was a different person now.
They laughed. They seriously fucking laughed.
Fag.
You deserved it.
You whore.
Go kill yourself you fag.
For a good time call ****
Rape me!
All those stupid letters crumbled into hatred on my locker.
On my back.
Inside my mind.
Maybe I did fucking deserve it.
Because those fucks  who say everything happens for a reason are right.
My virginity was taken away by some motherfucker who decided I was cute enough to bang.
That thing is supposed to be special.
But it wasn't.
I was raped.
It actually hit me.
I was raped.
"Fuck this!" I yelled.
Something in me just snapped.
"Fuck you little shits! It hurts getting raped you know! You're all cunts  with no lives!" I yelled I to the crowded hallway before running out.
I ran to an alley.
The same one my father always went to.
I bought a small baggie and sighed as I went to an old skate park.
This smells like shit.
I thought as I opened it.
I grabbed the paper the guy gave me and rolled it up.
I opened the bottle of vodka and grabbed my lighter.
I puffed out the smoke and drank as I got a text message.
'You're cute when you're mad. No need to blame people who didn't do it by the way.'
I knew who it was from.
The shit face who kissed me in third grade.
'Fuck off.' I sent.
'No.'
'Just leave me the fuck alone!'
I sent angrily and took another puff.
I wished this never happened.