A fight I won't regret.

⚠️ Trigger warning: sexual assault, substance use

Random Disclaimer!!! 

For legal reasons, don't follow my lead. I've never claimed to be a good influence.

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I got into a fight with a girl. I’ll call her A. And I don’t feel bad about it. But part of me still feels like I did something wrong.

A came over to my house with C and M. She and C are older than me and M. They knew that. They also knew we weren’t sober. And even with that, they did things to us. Things we didn’t say yes to. Things we didn’t stop. Because we couldn’t.

I know underage drinking is wrong. I’m not proud of it. But that doesn’t excuse what they did. It doesn’t mean we deserved it. It doesn’t make it okay. Still, even knowing all that, I keep feeling like it was my fault. Like I should have done something sooner. Like I let it happen.

So on Monday, I told A to meet me in the school bathroom. And I fought her. She didn’t really fight back, just screamed, called me names, told me I was crazy. I didn’t care. I wasn’t trying to get even. I just needed her to feel something. To know what she did hurt me. To stop pretending it didn’t happen.

I got suspended for three days. Then, two days of ISS. They punished me. But no one punished her. She still walks the halls like nothing ever happened.

Everyone is on my side, except the people who matter. The law, the school staff, my own parents. 

I’m not sorry. Even if I feel like I should be. Even if some people are looking at me like I’m the one who crossed the line. I was just done being quiet.

Under the influence means NO, underage means NO, and anything but a confident YES means NO. 

Please, if you take one thing from this, don't let people hurt you. Do something.