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Typist: Okay, here's the sitch... this was actually posted a few days ago. I just couldn't get to her journal. And Ben's the only one who could see it, even though she thought she put it private. (Although I'm sure Fae eventually hacked in and saw it...)
Oh god... I... I can't do this. Why did I think I could do this?
It's... it's not okay. I'm not okay. Why do I keep telling everyone it's okay?
No... please...
I... I can't...
There's too many people. Too many people brushing up against me. Too many men...
I can't take it. I can't...
Don't touch me. Please don't anybody touch me.
When am I going to be well again?
When do I get to live again?
It's not fair. I'm only 18, for crying out loud. I'm a kid. The bug girl. I'm not particularly pretty or special or anything. So why'd they choose me?
They're gone. In the pits. They can't hurt me anymore.
So why am I still so fucking scared?
Oh god... I... I can't do this. Why did I think I could do this?
It's... it's not okay. I'm not okay. Why do I keep telling everyone it's okay?
No... please...
I... I can't...
There's too many people. Too many people brushing up against me. Too many men...
I can't take it. I can't...
Don't touch me. Please don't anybody touch me.
When am I going to be well again?
When do I get to live again?
It's not fair. I'm only 18, for crying out loud. I'm a kid. The bug girl. I'm not particularly pretty or special or anything. So why'd they choose me?
They're gone. In the pits. They can't hurt me anymore.
So why am I still so fucking scared?