I feel stupid. Last year, at the beginning of my senior year of high school, I was working my theatre internship. My mentor asked me to get something from her car that was a parked a little further away. I was walking down the street, and before I knew it a man grabbed me and pinned me against a wall. He kissed me. That was my first kiss unfortunately. He ripped my shirt open, and put his hand up my skirt. He touched me. When I screamed for him to stop and said no, he punched me in the face. I’ve been punched in the face before, but this was the hardest I’ve ever been hit. I kicked him while he was unzipping his pants, and I ran. After catching my breath, I went back to my job, and I never told anyone about the incident. I went to school the next day trying to forget what had happened. I went back to that job every single night. I don’t want anybody to ever find out. Everyone has their own problems to deal with. It’s not their responsibility. I feel stupid because it shouldn’t be a big deal. I wasn’t raped. I got away with a ripped shirt and some bruises and minor cuts. Plus, it was my fault. I was stupid enough to walk downtown at 2 in the morning wearing a skirt. I was a target because I am weak and pathetic. I should be able to sleep. I shouldn’t be having nightmares and flashbacks, especially now. I shouldn’t be paranoid. I shouldn’t be questioning if every person’s intentions. I should be able to forget about this whole thing. I know it’s not a big deal. People go through worse, a lot worse. What is wrong with me? I’m just being stupid, and overdramatic.