It was Halloween night. I think about that night a lot because that’s the night I lost my best friend and I lost myself. I think about how he grabbed me and how we threw me. I think about the walk hitting my skin and how at the time he said he was just helping me. I believed he was holding me back to protect me, but then his names grabbed different parts of my body. The parts he was “protecting” ended up hurting me. They damaged me. I remember feeling the bruises the next morning all over me. The colors came later. But what I think about the most, is how I still say there and thought of his well-being. I knew if I were to report him, he would lose that full ride. I knew that I didn’t want to ruin his life just like how he just ruined mine.

– Anonymous