I take rape jokes seriously. Don’t make them. Because even though I haven’t been raped myself, I know people who have been. And they live with scars because of it. You don’t know why it’s like to hold someone as they cry because they have to face their attacker. You don’t know what it’s like to talk someone out if suicide. You don’t know what it’s like to hold their wrists, wishing you could wipe away their scars.
You. Don’t. Know.
And until you do, you won’t understand.
Aweeeee, thanks ^.^ that makes me feel warm inside.
Idek what the deal with the prompt is. If it does end up being a story, I want it to be big. So I’m gonna be spending a lot of time developing the plot. The idea I posted was simply the idea that sparked between classes, simply out of boredom.