My Story

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Hello, I will not be telling you my name. I will tell you that I am only fourteen years old. If you are wondering why I shouldn't just be open about everything that has happened to me in the past, and that it's okay because more women are coming out about their experiences with sexual harassment and sexual assault. Well, the only reason is because I have never told a soul. I'm not ready yet either. So, why not do it anonymously? Like Spider-Man? Or Batman? Or maybe even some cool episode of "Undercover Boss"? I mean I guess "Undercover Boss" isn't that cool, but that's not my point. My point is that I haven't told my friends, my parents, and I rarely talk to myself about it... Out loud. Not a day passes when it doesn't cross my mind a million times.
I know you're probably thinking, "Oh my God. This girl is so weird. She talks to herself? She's probably so insane that she imagined this whole thing." Just face it! Everyone talks to themselves.
I honestly wish I was imagining it all. The truth is that so many people go through what I did, but they don't speak up about it. They don't even make a stupid Wattpad account and a book dedicated to the subject so they can keep their identity. Well, my fellow people of the interwebs. That is what I am doing today at precisely 1:52 A.M (or is it a.m? I never know.)
So, I guess here is where I start my story...

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