Just a random story, i write like 6 a day.
It was three years ago, When Sam Fredrick did what he did. I wish that onto no one. Three years ago, I was sexually and physically abused. Somehow, during these four, tramatic days, i find myself scared, and locked up in my room alone. Me and Sam, ha a lustful relationship that lasted a year. It ended abruptly, with rape. It wasn't going to be like that, i thought i was ready. Turns out, i wasn't but he was taking it anyways. It Started with a single kiss, and ended for me, with a single scream. I woke up the next morning alone. he was gone. I haven't seen Sam since, btu i still get scared.