"life's just been so hard. i was bullied in middle school for like, a month straight."
he tells me this. he looks right at me.
i remember when i was grabbed and thrown across the floor i remember when i was screamed at for trying to walk away i remember when i was forced. over and over again. i remember the apathetic glaze over my parents' eyes.
i look right at him. "i'm so sorry. that sounds horrible."
he looks at me. "you wouldn't understand." he gets a call from his dad, asking how he is, and if he's having fun.