The Fear That Follows Me by Survivor Name

Remember how scary the first day of high school was? New building, new classes, new faces. I have known many people in my grade since kindergarten, but now seniors are walking around, with car keys and established boyfriends. Many of them scare me. “Ok, let's just find first period.” Having gotten through every class but one, my nerves started to settle. Biology was the last period of the day, with Teacher. I walk in the door and recognize some people as she starts assigning our seats alphabetically. I find my seat near the front of the room and turn around and see the back of a guy’s head. “Nice hair.” I would soon learn that his name was Name 2 and I found him attractive. I had yet to speak to him and refused to allow myself to develop a crush. This would continue until early September when we were seated next to each other. My reservations about developing a crush quickly vanished. I was telling anyone I trusted about him. I was flirting and having a good time. At the end of one class, I asked him if he wanted to study sometime at the library. During homecoming, I direct messaged him on Instagram to see if he was there. The day after homecoming, I went into an inpatient facility for unrelated mental health issues. I was gone for about a month. During this time, I had hoped that when I returned we would still be seated together. This was not the case. After I came back, I wanted to keep my head down and get my work done. For three months this is exactly what I did. From late October to December, I had a crush but was less giddy to tell anyone. Once we returned for the spring semester, things started to quickly go downhill. I am sitting at a table in the back with one of Name 2’s best friends, Name. One day, he starts prodding me to learn who I have a crush on. I let it slip that it was Name 2 and now the floodgates have opened. Every day at the end of class, Name would call Name 2 over as he would ask me disturbing questions about his or Name 2’s genitalia. Or things about my body. I was truly appalled. When I told him who I liked, I never asked for this. I never wanted this. This went on until early February. My seat did not change for a while, but theirs did. Name 2, Name, and his two other friends were all seated at the front of the room. The desks lined the sides of the room and they were directly diagonal from me. With the four of them together, it was a gang mentality to harass and intimidate me. It felt as if every day I would hear my name and a sexual comment. This all culminated one day when we watched a Bill Nye episode on the law of attraction. I was uncomfortable during the entire thing. Name 2 and his friends must have picked up on this, as once the episode was over, I heard Name yelling my name from across the room. “Survivor Name, Survivor Name! Look at this!” To my absolute horror, I turn around to see one guy in a chair and another straddling him, pretending to be making out. It was clearly supposed to be Name 2 and I. There were a few minutes left in class, and I was trying to hold back tears. “Was this really happening? Am I a joke?” I tried to ignore it but realized it had gotten out of hand. I talked to Teacher Name after class to tell her what was happening. I break down in tears as she explains this is bullying and harassment. She brought me to the psychologist where I cried to have my dad pick me up. “I’m done!” At this moment I truly felt hopeless and saw how bad the situation had gotten. I had tied my self-worth and identity to a crush. I had direct messaged Name 2 to end the harassment. Nothing happened, but I still wanted to believe that he would tell his friends to knock it off and that deep down he was a good person. Instead, he was a bystander who let it happen, while actively seeing the pain and suffering I experienced. I was no longer allured or attracted to him. This attraction turned to anger and resentment and would remain that way until I graduated high school. Looking back, I do remember my first day of high school. I found first period and every other class. My last period of the day would cause me so much stress that I would get the shakes. I would cry to my English teacher to let me stay. While this used to be one of the worst times in my life, I have learned so much about myself that I could have never expected. I am so much stronger than I ever realized. My self-worth is not connected to someone else. I am worth it and no boy can ever take that away from me. Thank you for reading my story.