Saturday, 29 October 2011
03:45:01 PM (GMT)
The night of every normal girls dream to have their first kiss with the perfect
boyfriend and dance the night away?
That's not what happened to me.
not at all.
I was supposed to have a gender swap date,
him in my dress, i wear his suit.
it started out like that,
but we then changed before the dance,
and we had a bit of fun,
until he became a crude inconsiderate asshole.
Until he became demanding,
and posed as a threat to me,
posed as the perfect "date-rape"
wan't to know what happened?
he followed me.
he grabbed me,
he made my friends "leave me alone",
and he hurt me.
he wouldn't let go of me.
he forced me to dance with him.
I said no, and I pushed him.
he just grabbed me more.
in his arms I was a fragile glass doll,
and lightweight to him.
he was like the little kid playing with his moms glass doll,
and nearly breaking it,
too many times.
what started this all, the worse to me realizing it was a recipe for disaster?
when he pushed me and made my friend Ryan, who, I did in fact have a crush on since
the eighth grade,
When we were talking about his graffiti and how he was going to help me learn a few
more cool tricks to throw into it.
Ryan is the one who gave me my talent and passion for graffiti art, urban art.
Ryan is My inspiration.
and Eddi-ray made him look so hurt, so depressed, after pushing me away and yelling
that is when I nearly balled my eyes out.
when I should have left the dance.
I found my friends, seniors.
I hugged them.
they stuck with me,
knowing he was doing something wrong.
they hid me,
they danced with me.
They tried to help me have a good time.
It worked, for a moment.
he got jealous.
he got mad.
he threatened my friends,
which made me stand up.
he told me to shut up then grabbed my arm, hard.
I nearly cried.
Matthew found out what was going on,
Matthew tried to stop Eddi-ray.
Matthew apologized for Eddi-ray.
after Eddi-ray threatened my friends,
he didn't realize a teacher was watching him grab at me.
the teacher made my friends, all guys, escort me to the front of th school while I
waited for my mom.
Matthew hugged me tightly and told me to be safe.
Eddi-ray ruined my first homecoming.
and I don't think I'm ever going to go to a dance again...
no winter formal,
no junior prom.
no senior goodbye dance.
none of them...
I don't think I can...
Eddi-ray traumatized me last night,
at the homecoming semi-formal dance of October 28, 2011.