Stories People Tell
My first sexual experience was the rumor you spread about me. First about a boy, then a teacher. Vile and malicious and calculated; hurtful for nothing but the sake of hurting.
I was only eleven years old.
Only eleven when I learned to distrust girlfriends. To build up walls, never to open up, to hide any vulnerabilities.
I was only eleven, but to this day I’m still haunted by the memory of how it feels walking into a room where you had just been the topic of conversation. The unnatural silence, the chill, the lack of eye contact.
While I may not have had the sex you claimed I did, I lost my innocence nonetheless.