I’ve been keeping this secret for almost two years. I thought that I could fight it on my own, that all of these feelings would just go away eventually. But they’re just getting worse and worse. Mom, Dad, I was raped freshman year by a guy that lives across the street from Grandma. I don’t want to tell you because I don’t want to hurt you. I know that you both have so much on your plates already, I don’t want to make life more difficult.
Still, it’s been two years and I’m getting worse. I have nightmares almost every night and I feel like no one is ever going to love me. Don’t you ever wonder why I never go out? I don’t trust any guy, and even if I did I know I’m never going to be good enough for anyone.
I won’t tell you because I’m trying to take care of you…But, who’s going to take care of me?