Dear Bully,
I was rescued by the college's janitor when he came to the class next morning. I was taken to the hospital.
My mom asked the principal and the janitor to keep it as a secret that I was raped. So that it doesn't do more harm to her reputation.
She had me transferred. I was actually relieved that I won't be out here seeing these faces again.
No one will do anything to me anymore.
But I was like a living corpse. Every time I was alone, every damn thing that happened to me would flash right before my eyes.
The memories are so fresh. I remember each of the faces of those people, their actions, their statement. Everything, every despicable thing that happened to me which I knew I never deserved at all.
Then why?
Just why?
