It goes on for at least another three days— the relentless texts filled with hate and any kind of vile slur. Each one more disgusting than the last. 

“What did I do to deserve this?”. I can’t sleep. I can’t think. I can’t do anything but curl up on the floor of the closet. 

Everything feels so wrong. 

Every chime from my phone causes my gut to twist. I find myself fighting down the urge to throw up…this has to be some kind of psychological torture. 

I’ve ...