Joyful Girl Zero's Story
Joyful Girl Zero's Story
Laura both loved and hated school. She was a very bright child and loved to learn. However, she had no friends at all. But she loved to read and so would do that at playtime. She had a fantastic imagination which would transport her to other worlds whenever she wished. She preferred to be alone, anyway.
Unfortunately, these qualities didn't help against the bullies. Laura was bullied by about five different gangs. The teachers didn't want to know because it might damage the school's reputation. Laura found heself constantly mocked, teased, laughed at, pushed and hit. Sometimes the children would say, "Laura, I want to be friends!" and her heart would leap. But she always found it to be a horrid joke. Laura was so happy and popular at her old school. She wondered what dreadful thing she had done. But she caught on pretty quickly that the crime was being different.
One day Laura wrote a poem about a tree. All the adults made a huge fuss of it. It was in the newspaper and got published. This made Laura so unspeakably happy. It then dawned on her that poetry was to be her whole life, he only true love. It took the place of people.
But Laura was not an unhappy child. She had herself,and she got by.
And, now, I come to the real purpose of this story. It was a day in autumn, just after Laura's publication. She was wandering around a small, almost deserted area of playground, quite lost in her own thoughts.
Suddenly she spotted a group of boys who were playing football. A pale, dark-haired boy had kicked the ball in her direction and now the boys were tearing after it, towards her. They had soon raced past, but one boy hung behind.
He was the boy who had kicked the ball over at her in the first place. He was odd-looking, grey-coloured with freckles, almost blue, like egg mottles. He was in the top year so she did not know him very well. But what she did know, she didn't like. He always seemed to be hanging round her, and he wore a creepy expression.
Subtle, and wearing a grin that made Laura flinch, he indulged himself, and did what he wanted to do.
Laura sat down on the bench he had shoved her against. She felt suddenly cold, and distanced from the world. Life was merely a bad dream.
Laura was confused. She didn't understand what had happened, but she knew, somehow, that it was wrong. She went to Vicky, a girl who quite liked Laura and felt sorry for her, but wouldn't be her friend because it would interfere with her own popularity.
Vicky looked deadly serious. "That's bad," she said, and before Laura could summon her senses, she was standing in front of her teacher. Vicky whispered in the teacher's ear. The teacher looked at Laura strangely, as if Laura were now different from how she was before. "Is this true?" asked the teacher. Laura nodded. She felt suddenly ashamed.
The teachers all whispered to each other. Laura was sure they were talking of what a dirty girl Laura was. She was marched through the classrooms of the boys year-group to identify the culprit. She couldn't bear to look him in the face again, and she didn't want any more people to know of what an awful girl she was. So she murmured that she wasn't sure who had done it.
And the matter was dropped. Just like that. No-one ever mentioned it again.
Now please excuse the little girl. She has to go slit her wrists again.
Jibby's Story
my friend leah came over one afternoon, late summer. we were twelve years old. we decided to go play in the woods near my house. we climbed a huge rock and started playing with fire, melting wax and paper, just for reckless fun
a man came by, a grown up. he said he was a police officer and he needed to speak to us. he said the neighbors had been complaining about smoke, that there were some kids out here doing drugs and did we know anything about it?
he showed us his "badge". we slid down the rock. my friend had the good sense to say she'd seen some teenagers nearby. he wanted to question us separately. he took her off into the woods... when he came back, i was waiting. scared that i'd been accused of doing drugs by a cop. he said he had to search me, and he did, inside and out.
a few minutes later, leah returned. she was crying hysterically. i was confused. she said that we'd been molested.
this is how events unfolded:
we told my sister- she didn't believe us.
told the cops- they did very little. the guy would follow me home from my bustop, in a big blue van. he did this twice. i took down his license plate number. the real cops did nothing. they later revealed a man matching the description, and having a car with the same license plate as i'd recorded had been doing work in the neighborhood, living in a neighboring town...no follow up!
then the kids at school got wind of this. we were teased mercilessly. leah switched schools. i became "promiscuous". department of social services became involved. i was later kicked out of my mother's house.
at my father's, i was an unwelcomed intruder by my stepmother. i slept on a couch in the basement for nine months. my stepbrother took this opportunity to tickle, tackle, and fondle me at will. i had no one.
eventually, at my uncle's insistance upon hearing my terrible tale, i was sent to boarding school. i excelled academically, went off to college. did many, many drugs. slept around. was later date raped and it all came flooding back...
now i am twenty six. my sister just recently had a spectacular wedding. i have just moved back home, living in my father's basement again. now i have a different stepmother and brother. i'm sober. i'm stronger. but i'm single. and i'm sad that i can't seem to get past this stage in the game. i feel ruined. i feel broken. i seem to reveal too much too soon or remain locked down permanantly. i'm attracted to reckless situations, entertained by violent fantasies, plagued by constant self doubt. i know others are out there, i just wish they were right here, that they could sit in front of me and talk to me, walk around with me. i hate feeling so isolated. it's stunting my recovery. i don't feel that i can get better being single but i'm stuck because i don't have the strength to look strangers in the eye.
Tiffany's Story
Hello my name is Tiffany and I was recently raped by the boy who I had dated and known for a while and his cousin it is a very long and traumatic story so if you would like to view this story then e-mail me at tiffy318@yahoo.com. Hopefully my story will help you and amybe even help me by talking about it.
Angela's Story
A man broke in to my apartment. He threatened my life and the life oof my 7 year old son. He raped and sodomized me, and has since been discovered to have raped and sodomized seveeral otheer women. I put him in jail, and yeet I still feel unsafe.
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