Good touch, bad touch by Robert Kahn talks about how a bad touch makes you feel creepy inside your body, it also explains how you must talk about it, talk all you can until someone believes you.
According to some leading Psychiatrists this common knowledge is supposed to be taught to children  above the age of three, meaning each child in the age group of 3 to 7 must be aware about it. Too sad, these psychiatrists never heard about this one school or more specifically things that happened here.

Here is yet another story, its about an innocent girl, her innocent mind and a wicked man with his obscene one.

(Victim's P.O.V)

Childhood is the best experience for anybody. It's the time when people get to make mistakes without any liabilities, a time when we are protected in the cocoon which is created all around us. It's the time when we believe that nothing can hurt us, even the monsters hiding under our bed. But what if these monsters were all around us, what if these monsters were the people we daily meet, what if these monsters were the ones who were supposed to protect us in the first place? What is a person supposed to do if this specific monster is someone responsible for helping them grow? I do not know an answer for that yet, I probably never will. But today all I can do is tell you what it was like, what actually happened, what all things are enough to break a child at the tender age of ten. You see, all days for a child are new and beautiful, a day can bring happiness, a day can disclose so much wonder. For me, that day was a day like this too. That day was supposed to bring me a handful of surprises. That day was supposed to make my dreams come true. I guess I jinxed myself a bit too soon.

I clearly remember it as the morning of the month of August in the year 2013. I had had my usual breakfast of aloo parantha with butter. Those days I was a lot into music, almost everybody my age was. And so that one fateful day was special, I had my music period that day. And even though I was merely ten, my teachers and parents believed I was quite good at playing guitar. Although, to be honest, I didn't even know all the strings. But I guess being able to produce sound from a musical instrument at that age was proof enough of my excellence in the art. 

The class started as usual, the same listless faces, the usual bored eyes and ofcourse the uninvited summer heat. We all took our seats and awaited the arrival of our guitar instructor, some with less enthusiasm than the others. After a few minutes at most, we were greeted by the sight of our teacher, we stood up and greeted him with a loud but polite "Good Afternoon" as was customary. And so it began. 

A few minutes into the class, I felt myself getting lost in the symphony of music, or noise as normal people call it. I swung my legs to and fro, trying to enjoy all the sounds from across the room. The noise... *coughs* I meant music stopped after a while, and sir asked us all to began ouur own practices rather than following his motions. We thought nothing of this request as this was quite common. 

Trouble began the moment he called up my name. I looked around shocked to find that he knew my name, as most teachers didn't. Not thinking much of it, I kept down my guitar, and made my way towards him, stopping at a respectable distance. I looked up and found him looking at me already, I asked the reason for his abrupt request, the only answer I got was an undecipherable smile. He beckoned me closer, when I didn't move, his hand reached out and pulled me closer to him. I was introduced to the smell of his cologne, which could only be described by the word spicy.

 I was so lost that I didn't notice his fingers fumbling with my shirt buttons. I was confused at this, but didn't react, I didn't know what was happening. Soon enough, three of my shirt buttons were open, and he traced the outline of my undershirt. A bell was heard almost immediately, signaling the end of the period. He closed the buttons again, his hands moving fast.

 His eyes bore into mine again," You look beautiful today, Aastha." 

His words hadn't even registered when my friends walked out of the room pulling me with them. As I moved to the door, I felt his eyes on me again, I kept quiet.

I've been quite ever since then, not speaking much, responding only when spoken to. Now that I am in my teens, do I realize what had happened that day. It's almost surprising we believe that we are safe, that all the monsters are locked away. From what I think, you people are fucking wrong, they are all around us.

He was punished for what he did, perhaps that's my only salvation. We moved after this incident, I lost contact with all of my friends. These days I think back and wonder what could have happened if the bell hadn't rung. 

Hey, long time no see!!! Ok so the name disclosed in this chapter is simply from my imagination, it isn't real. I tried to do a child's P.O.V earlier, but I couldn't relate, so this was formed. 

~theloner