Literature
Trauma
It was my first year of High school.
I was really excited, I was part of a cool program in school.
I was going to work with computers, something that I liked a lot.
It was going pretty well for a couple of months.
Then it happened.
Coming from behind.
I sat peacefully in my chair, doing my work.
He stood over me and grabbed my breasts and squeezed them hard.
Twisting and turning.
I was helpless.
It was me, a small overweight kid against a star football and baseball player.
What could I do?
It hurt, a lot.
I almost cried because it was so painful.
He stopped after a while, after I had struggled to get free.
I thought this was just a one time t