When I was 16, I went to school the monday after a big party that happened on the saturday before. Everyone was talking about it and especially, they were trying to figure out who the two girls who got raped there, were.
One of the girls, wasn’t a minor anymore and was already in college and the guy who did it, went to my school, so everyone found out quickly and the situation was brought to public. Because of that, the other girl was forgotten and to this day, I’m still relieved that no one found out it was me.
I feel so guilty because I gossiped about what happened to her so everyone would forget that there was another girl, and by doing that, I helped to spread the story, putting her in the spotlight. I helped expose her. I’m just as heartless as everyone else, maybe even more because I exposed her by the same thing I went through. But I just couldn’t, I really couldn’t bear to let anyone know that it was me, I even lied to my friends, telling them that nothing happened to me. And to this day, I’ve never told a soul that at my first time, I was raped in the woods by a boy I knew while his friends watched, holding my hands.