The writer stared at a post-it on the wall. She knew it would change her life forever. Not in a good way, but in a bad way.

“Come to my class after school” it signed Mr. Cole.

I got to class before everyone. I read the note to myself silently. I mean I know my grades are terrible, so I’m scared to see what he has to say. Thoughts rush my mind in fear. What if he gives my detention? What if he makes me go see a tutor? What if I have to go to summer school?! All these thoughts rushing through my head distract me from my actual class.

“Jessica?” Mr. Norman says. He waits a little then repeats it a little louder.

I snap back to reality and say “here! I’m so sorry I didn’t answer the first time!” He doesn’t reply he stands there and looks disappointed. I am never worried or like this in his class or any class, ever since that thing happened.

Through all my classes I’m thinking about what he is going to say to me. I’m in my last class right now, Mr. Cole doesn’t have a class right now. I get called out of my class 10 minutes before class ended. As I’m walking to his I see him standing right outside the door, with his arm rested against the door frame.

“Come on in Jessica..” he says in a raspy voice.

I walk in to the classroom worried. He smiles softly , he shuts the door behind him and locks it. Then he put this black paper over the window. I think to myself, “no please not again.” It’s happening just how I remembered.

My freshman year I had Mr. Cole. That’s the year when I was raped. I told the principal, he didn’t believe, the counselor thought I was saying it for attention. I was hopeless I couldn’t do anything.

When it first happened I was so weak. I didn’t know what to do to stop it from happening. I tried to scream, nothing would come out. His Hand was placed over my mouth, the other hand was holding my arms down. I was scared. I was hopeless. Tears rolled down my face.

I look up. He is slowly walking towards my unbuttoning his shirt. His hand meets my face. His thumb is slowly stroking my cheek. He leans in to kiss me, this time it’s different. I feel different. I don’t know what it is. Maybe I’m stronger? More aware? I’m able to push him away. He frowns. “Jessica… I told you, you listen and do whatever I want, or I will ruin your life. Forever!” He says in a sturn voice.

A noise escaped my mouth “no” I say. A this point he gets mad. He slams his body against mine. I tried so hard. But I couldn’t stop it. He was to big. I screamed and cried, but it seemed like nobody heard me. He finally finished. I was crying. I couldn’t move. “You will need to come over to my house this weekend if you want to pass this semester.” He said in a soft voice.

I have to pass. If I don’t I can’t get into my dream college. The week flies by and boom, it’s the weekend. I go over to his house. He is only in a robe this time. Nothing under. I take a deep breathe because I know I can’t do anything about it. I don’t do anything. I let it happen.

I’m crying. There is a lot of thoughts rushing my mind. Eventually he starts. I start crying. Louder than usual. It hurt. Really bad. No matter what I said or what I did. Nothing would stop him.

After a couple of hours he stopped and told me. He would bring my grade up by the morning. I walked out of his house got in my car and drove away. I started to cry a lot. I lost everything. I lost everything so young.

I get home and I see my mom. I start crying again, this time it’s different. She seems worried. Aparently I have been missing for 3 days. I completely lost track of time I guess. I try to tell her what happened but she doesn’t believe me. She thinks I ran away, for some stupid reason. I didn’t even try I just went to my room and stayed in there.

I check my emails. the college I want to get into sent me an email. I didn’t get accepted. All of this for what? I went to school the next day like nothing happened. As soon as I walked in everyone was staring at me. I got called into the office, not even five minutes into class.

Before I get to the office I go to the bathroom. I hear some girls talking. I heard one say “did you hear about the girl who slept with Mr. Cole?” I don’t even walk in, I have to run. I go to the office.

As soon as I walked in I saw the principal, two police officers, the counselor, my mom, and Mr. Cole. They start talking to me about getting raped. And I remember him telling me if he goes to jail because of this he would kill me and my family.

I start thinking what to do, should I be honest? Should I lie to protect my safety and my family’s safety. I chose the second option. “I’m sorry, I don’t remember if it was him, it was someone who looked like him yes. But I don’t think it was him..” my voice is shaky, struggling to get those words out.

As soon as the end of the day arrives. I go to his class just to say a few words. He locks the door. I tell him I won’t let him do what he did to me ever again. “Yea ok” he says. I turn In my final paper. I got an A, obviously.

I’m trying to walk out of his classroom. He says something, but I don’t catch it. I turn around and he is standing there with a knife. I freeze in terror. He tells me to come back in ten weeks to discuss what will happen next year. I don’t respond. I try to run. He catches up to me easily, and tries to take my life.

There is another teacher who helps me and rushes me to the hospital. I now have brain damage. This changed my life forever.