by Nameless Guy

Created on: August 23, 2010

I always thought my mind was a lot different than anyone elses. I've always been a deep thinker. There's not one thing that enters my mind that doesn't cross it twice. I understand the world easily, and I know how to take care of myself. I've always liked that about myself. I have wondered for the longest time if my mind could grow any different. I found out that it can. It was changed by one simple experience.

I am a 16 year old boy. My name is Kyle, and I was raped.

It happened this year on January 3rd, when I was 15. I couldn't stand to look at myself in the mirror anymore. My body didn't feel the same. I was afraid to stand, to sit, to lay, and to touch anything. I was so scared of people; constantly looking left and right, up and down, and all around. What if someone came up behind me? I don't have eyes on the back of my head, and I'd have no idea. I was always on guard, and all I could think about was him. I could lay in my bed for hours with the same scene in my mind on loop, clutching my teddy bear tightly while it absorbed my tears like a sponge. I didn't talk to anyone at school. In fact, I refused to speak.
I got a lot of "What's wrong?"'s, "Are you okay?"'s, "Why aren't you talking?"'s, and "Why are you ignoring me?"'s.
How could I possibly answer? I know just a simple "I'm fine." or "Leave me alone." would do, but I knew that even if I said a word I would break down in an uncontrollable fit of tears. If only they knew. If only they knew how different I was; how much I've changed. In just a matter of one day. One day.
In fact, it happened there behind the school. I was waiting there, told by a stranger kid that my ex girlfriend Jennifer wanted me to meet her back there to talk. We had recently gotten into an argument and broken up. I waited for about 10 minutes, and didn't see her. I was standing by these rows of old lockers put back there, probably to throw out later. I suddenly felt hands grab my upper arms from behind, and in a deep voice, someone said, "Hey you."
I turned around. It wasn't Jennifer. It was that gay guy Avery that I see in the morning all the time. He had a crush on me. I've always brushed it off though. I didn't think of it as a problem, but out of all people, I didn't expect Avery. I asked him what the hell he was doing back here, and I got pretty creeped out when he didn't answer me. I tried to pull

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