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One week. It's been one week since the incident and I'm still reliving that nightmare. I can't get the images out of my head. I still feel their hands on me, their laughter ringing in my ears and the piss on my skin. Every time I close my eyes I see them grinning like demons as they took turns humiliating me. They took joy from my pain said I deserved it because I was short guy. Every day I wake up feeling scared and insecure. I've been waking up from flashbacks of that day and I'm left a shivering mess. Every night I'm waking up in cold sweats. I shower three times a day now and still feel dirty. My jaw hurts where they kicked it and I can’t chew right anymore. But worse than the pain is the shame. Those animals stripped me naked like some kind of sick joke before pissing all over me in front of everyone like some fucking dog. I get the flashbacks over and over and over again until sunrise brings temporary relief before another miserable lonely day starts again at work where people don't even look at short men let alone care if one gets beaten half dead by random teenagers. This was never supposed to be life for someone who just wanted love but instead gets treated less than human because genetics cursed him with being small weak worthless trash nobody respects not even children who think hurting him is funny entertainment. It shows how little value society places upon us shortcels left behind without hope redemption salvation whatsoever except maybe rope someday soon because clearly nothing else will ever change. I am a undeserving victim doomed to suffer silently forever.
