text: It is my first day back in school since it happened. Everything is different now. I am different. I walk down the hallway feeling paranoid, like all eyes are on me. I dread passing by groups of boys laughing and being loud. My heart is beating fast, I am out of breath. A panic attack is coming and I know it but I continue walking. They've become something daily for me now. My eyes are glued to the floor, I don't dare look up. At last I reach my classroom and hurriedly enter. Everyone is looking at me. Some with pity, others disappointment, third disgust. I can hear them whispering to each other, glancing in my direction, pointing their fingers at me. I run to my desk and sit, plugging my earphones in, trying to block them out. I struggle to stop the tears from spilling out. I feel ashamed, dirty, disgusted with myself. The class goes by. I can't focus, I can't think about anything but what had happened. The teacher doesn't tell me anything. She knows. I am collecting my books to go to my next class when someone taps my shoulder. I flinch, panic taking over me. I turn around to see one of my classmates. A girl I would talk to before it happened. "Hey, I'm sorry I didn't mean to startle you." She smiles at me apologetically. I smile back, trying to be polite. She is pitying me, I can see it. "Want to go to the next class together?" She offers. I accept with a quiet nod, thankful I won't have to go through that hell alone again. We walk there. The whole time she's talking to me but I can't concentrate, everyone's looking at me, everyone is... They all know. We enter the classroom and sit down. She places her bag next to me. That's not her usual seat but I don't say anything. She exits the room. I feel another tap on my shoulder. It's much harder, making me flinch once again. It's a boy. He laughs at my reaction. "Don't be all defensive and shit, I know you enjoyed it." He turns to look at his friends and they all laugh. I can feel the hot tears in my eyes. "Aw, you're gonna cry. Little whore. You wanted it, admit it. You just didn't want everyone to think you're a slut for sleeping with him so you lied." With that he leans closer, whispering "We all know the truth." Then he proceeds to grab my inner thigh, giving it a squeeze with his huge hands. I am frozen, I can't move. Everything that had happened replays in my head. They are laughing. I try to stand up but my legs give out. I need to get out of here, but I can't. I can't breathe. They all know, they're laughing, they know. I feel so dirty. Maybe they're right. I am sitting on the floor, hiding my face in my knees, crying. I can't stop, I'm going to die. I am going to suffocate. He is coming for me. Again. I feel hands on me and scream. A feminine voice speaks out. "Shh, shh it's okay. You're here. Nobody will hurt you. It's okay. Breathe, copy my breathing." She rubs my back comfortingly. A male voice says "Fucking freak. At least we know she's a good actress." I cry harder. The girl screams at him. I can't hear what she's saying. I'm not paying attention. "Hey, hey, hold my hand. I am here, nobody will hurt you. They are gone." I hold her hand, gripping onto it for dear life. She continues to talk to me, chasing the thoughts away. After what seems like eternity I am able to breathe. I turn to see the same girl that walked with me to the classroom. "Why are you doing this for me?" I ask, my voice raspy from crying. She smiles a sad smile and speaks. "Because the same thing happened to me once." Yo, ya'll that's my first ever post on reddit! I'm kinda nervous to share my writing, as I'm not very good yet and on top of that English isn't my first language, buttt I hope ya'll like it.