“C’mon {~Name~}, I thought you loved me?”I desperately stared at the message and I felt a mix of guilt and hatred.I didn’t know what to do, I didn’t know what I could do. It was december, the frozen air was all I knew.During a trip through the fluorescent mall, I was starstruck by a beautiful boy with fuzzy blond hair, It looked almost golden in the lights.His eyes met mine and the second he asked for my number, it was given to him.He continued to tell me how beautiful I was, which at the time i didn’t at all believe.I thought maybe, just maybe this boy would be different.I would often think that maybe this time I would get the love i’d been missing for so long, but like every one of my stories, there was a bad ending.The daily texting started to become every second of every day and being the girl I am, I loved the constant affection and recognition. We started to expand into facetiming, all the time. It wasn’t all that big of a deal, sometimes it seemed like he was actually interested in what I had to say too. Most of the time I liked talking to him, but everytime he would call me, saying he missed me, I knew what was coming. He would always start off being nice and sweet, but within a couple minutes of talking, he’d ask for pictures. I would say no, obviously, and for a couple of days at least, he accepted my answer. It wasn’t until I was severely depressed, and grieving the tragic death of a classmate, that he started to threaten himself. I told this boy about my fear of losing people I love, So being the boy he was, he used that against me. “Bro, I swear to god, if you don’t send me pictures i’ll kill myself right now.” I was beyond terrified. To be honest, I knew he had his own issues, but everyone does right? I tried to seek out for help, but I was so, so, so scared, and I now understand how naive I was for believing him. He knew I couldn’t lose anyone else, that's why he decided that I was the girl he’d take advantage of. My vulnerability was radiating through me, making me seem weak, just like he wanted. This continued for a couple months, Him coercing me into things I didn’t want to do, and me, being so fearful that he might actually do something, that I didn’t tell anyone. Eventually, my parents found out. I was relieved, relieved that this burden was lifted off me. And yes, I was still sad, and maybe a little heartbroken, but knowing that I didn’t have to wake up, and be scared of him getting hurt, made it all go away, mostly. I ended up having to report him to the police, which was something I dreaded. I didn’t want him to hate me, or even come after me. But I knew it was the right move, knowing that he had the power to control another girl made me sick. As the disgusting, cruel teenage boy he was, he denied everything, trying to play the victim. It was rough, I will admit.But now, when I look back, I try to forget, I try to take it as a learning experience, I try to make myself believe that i’m not just my looks, and not just my body, but it's hard to believe that after being used and being played. I think this story is important to share because it stands as a warning, to not let anyone take advantage of you, and to understand that anyone, no matter how close they are to you, can hurt you.