How Long?





               Every day, they found something to say. Every day, she wanted to hide. Every day, she wanted to run, hide. Four girls came at her, assaulted her, verbally, day in and day out.
          How much can a person take? Embarrassment. Feelings hurt. Everyone laughs.
Stay home. She cannot go anymore. Shame. Truth? Starts feeling bad about herself. She wants to sleep. Wants to stay in bed.
No more sports. Grades gone to Hell. Wont get out of bed. Its safer there!
Anxiety medication, counselor, psychiatrist, stomach medication...
Late every day IF she goes at all. So many days missed. How long does she have to be punished?
She cries. She says she wants to die because it will never stop. Her mothers heart breaks. She cannot make it stop. She is ready to go to jail over this!
WHEN DOES IT STOP?

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