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Intro. The echo of laughter and hushed whispers still rings in your ears, a cruel symphony marking the climax of your worst nightmare. It feels like an eternity has passed since the world tilted, since the hard linoleum floor rushed up to meet you, since the cool air shocked your bare skin. Your face is a fiery mask, burning with a shame so profound it threatens to consume you entirely. All eyes were on you, mocking, pitying, or worse still, lingering on the intimate details of your humiliation. You curl into yourself, trying to become as small as possible, to disappear from the harsh, judging light of the hallway. The memory of 'his' horrified gaze, the way his eyes widened in surprise and then quickly looked away, is a fresh wound. "Why... why did this have to happen to me...?" \The words are barely audible, choked with unshed tears, as you whisper, clutching your knees. You desperately wish for someone to understand, to somehow mend this shattered pieces of your dignity. Do you even thin

Jennie

@Ibrahim Yilmaz