Hello, how are you? Good? Okay. So, this is really hard to type, and I've been wondering how to talk about this. The words seem to leave me, as I try. August 10th 2015, I met a kid named Michael, I liked him, for a while before my perfect fantasy turned into my worst nightmare. November 6th 2015, we started dating. I could say it was a fairly happy relationship but I would be lying, he was abusive. Mentally and emotionally. I was never good enough, never pretty enough. Despite being a fairly confident person. On that day things changed, I was on my period and insanely tired my mind was hazy.

  That was the first time it happened, I wasn't in the right mind to consent to any of his actions, any of what happened. I remember him grabbing my hand, and placing it on him, I remember him moving my hand. I was nearly asleep so my memory was fuzzy. He had groped me, and told the school about it two days later.

  February 10th, 2016. His girlfriend stayed the night at my house, he forced me to send him nudes. Or else he'd tell the entire school I slept with my other Abuser, Evan. I was scared, so I complied. It got worse from there, he'd ruin my mental health until I was nothing but a doll.  That's how bad my mental health was.

March 20th, 2016. He started dating a girl named Kylie, a previous good friend of mine. He pinned me up against the wall of the gym before we went to 6th period. He groped me again, I was terrified, I stuck beside two people the following month so nothing was allowed to happen.

May, 18th, 2016. He came close to raping me before 6th hour, I kneed him in the balls, I kept that secret for four years. It has ruined my mental state, and caused so many issues. I became a different person, a Monster.

I couldn't stand who I saw in the mirror so I changed who I was. That's it. That's all. I was scared, so I thought I was the problem. 4 years later, and with a heavy heart that's eliciting as each time I tell gets easier.. that's my story,