Why? Why is the question we should ask ourselves? Why wear this or why put that on? Well, I’ll tell you why. We need to wear this because that’s what guys like. “You can’t get a boy if you dress like that,” they say. You need to wear shorts skirts and skin-tight dresses. So you wear it. But as you walk down the street to your bus stop but all you hear is,” ******* baby,” or “nice *** baby,” or “ come over here Hunny I want a taste.” But that just makes you run to your bus stop. But once you get to school the name-calling doesn’t stop. It just gets worse. You make it through the middle of the day by ignoring it, but once you walk past that bathroom your life changed. You felt a hand grab your arm and pull you in. To your surprise, it was your best friend. You hug him but he pushes you against the wall. He locks the door and before you know it he is kissing you. You look into his eyes and you can see the lust in them. His hand slips down your skirt. You ask him to stop but he doesn’t. Before you know it you're naked. The rest of what happened was horrifying. You can’t ever forget it. You always ask yourself why that happened, and why did he do that to you. You trusted him. He knew your past with your dad and your mom. He knew what you were going through yet he still did that. You stopped wearing those clothes. You know wearing loose long sleeves. You wear them because you don’t want anyone to find out about the cuts on your arm. You know if people found out what he did to you, you would be known as the ****. You know they wouldn’t let you explain. You have no one at this point. Your parents hate you, you lost the only friend you ever had. So you decided that the only thing left to do was run. Run far away. And that’s what you did. You ran. Changed your name and started a new life. But you never forget to ask yourself “why me?” .