STORYTELLING- Was it my Fault? Part-1

Hello wonderful people out there, hope you are doing fine and staying hydrated . I am pretty sure that we all agree to a point which says school life was a golden life. But little do we know the cost of this golden life.

So I was in my 10th grade and just like any other student thought about my school in a different angle. Basically the thoughts of separation from my friends, teachers and the place kept me a little sad throughout. As I was the vice captain of the school by default I had to go to different classes and eventually more people knew me. So I met this guy in the other section and the wave carried us to a point wherein we use to talk daily in the corridors.

Later, it happened so that my class teacher warned me not to talk with the guy that I was talking to. Initially I didn’t bother about his advice because I knew what I was doing. Days passed by the small corridor talks turned into midnight calls and eventually my grades went down.

So once my teacher called me out of the staff room and showed me my marks and asked me if I was alright and what has kept me so distracted. I chose to remain silent so he asked me to stay back after the class. So my class ended and sir came inside the classroom and asked me to sit down.

This one thing that still leaves me shivering was he putting his hands across my waist and asking aren’t you getting enough sleep or do you want my help to put you to sleep. I immediately got up from my chair and took my bag to leave. So sir told, ” I repeat, stay away from that guy”. This thing kept bothering me but I never told it to anybody. After few days we had our annual day and I was a part of the classical dance team. So that friend of mine asked me if we could take pictures together, I agreed and we went to a empty classroom.

But something else awaited me over there, this guy tried kissing me to which I resisted and I clearly told no. He still tried doing what he wanted but I straight away walked out of the room. This particular incident broke me down.

I kept on thinking , was it my fault that I became friends with such type of guy or was it my fault that I didn’t listen to my teacher. Thereafter I never spoke to that boy again. But the story didn’t end here. Rather something worse was yet to happen.

Right now those past memories have sent a chill through my spine. It’s been long time that these thoughts have popped up in my mind. I have so much to tell but now I shall go spend some time with myself and complete this story in the second half.

Thank you for reading.