this was one of my shittiest Highschool experiences.
School got out early and my friends and I were going to take the bus to see a movie. For the first few hours things were actually going really well, we stopped to get pizza and were having fun. Then we had to switch to a separate bus and after we all got in the back someone pointed out that there was a puddle of blood on the floor, I have OCD and it freaked me out so I moved up a seat to get away from it.
Things went well for the next few minutes until one of my "friends", a blonde hair blue eyes gymmaxxed htn fucking dipped his boot into the blood and rubbed a coat of it over my BARE LEG while I wasn't looking. This was a fucking nightmare for me, I was panicking and trying to wipe it off but I only had one tissue, then I tried to take that bloody tissue and wipe it back on that faggot but he's 200 fucking pounds and I didn't have the strength to do it so he just kept laughing while holding me back. This motherfucker knew about my fears and specifically targeted me knowing he'd get the biggest reaction.
Afterwards all the joy I had that day was gone. I stayed silent for the rest of the bus ride and when some other people asked why I looked sad, this fucking asshole continued to mock me, he said I must be sad because I knew I had hepatitis and cancer now.
after we got to the movie theater my friends went in and I went to the bathroom to try and clean myself up more. I ended up just giving up and leaving the theater before the movie even started, I rented an e-bike and rode home in tears. no one even noticed I left until after the movie ended.
for the next few weeks I was panicked every single day, I felt completely hopeless and more suicidal than usual, and I had to get multiple blood tests for HIV, Hepatitis, and more. I still feel anxiety over this due to OCD and I'm still afraid I could've picked up something like Syphilis which they didn't test for.
to make things even shittier, my friends kept asking me why I left the movie, they treated me in a patronizing way like I was a child who didn't understand how to watch a movie, and blamed me for wasting my money on a ticket, they didn't give a shit about my money, they just wanted another chance to laugh at me for being dumb and incompetent.
now over half a year later, I'm still hung up on this. The normie who did it to me forgot about it the day after, he's in college now probably living it up. I wake up and lay in bed thinking about this shit or some other negative experience every morning and before I go to bed. For him it was a few minutes of fun that he's already forgot about while this shit will live in my head forever.
School got out early and my friends and I were going to take the bus to see a movie. For the first few hours things were actually going really well, we stopped to get pizza and were having fun. Then we had to switch to a separate bus and after we all got in the back someone pointed out that there was a puddle of blood on the floor, I have OCD and it freaked me out so I moved up a seat to get away from it.
Things went well for the next few minutes until one of my "friends", a blonde hair blue eyes gymmaxxed htn fucking dipped his boot into the blood and rubbed a coat of it over my BARE LEG while I wasn't looking. This was a fucking nightmare for me, I was panicking and trying to wipe it off but I only had one tissue, then I tried to take that bloody tissue and wipe it back on that faggot but he's 200 fucking pounds and I didn't have the strength to do it so he just kept laughing while holding me back. This motherfucker knew about my fears and specifically targeted me knowing he'd get the biggest reaction.
Afterwards all the joy I had that day was gone. I stayed silent for the rest of the bus ride and when some other people asked why I looked sad, this fucking asshole continued to mock me, he said I must be sad because I knew I had hepatitis and cancer now.
after we got to the movie theater my friends went in and I went to the bathroom to try and clean myself up more. I ended up just giving up and leaving the theater before the movie even started, I rented an e-bike and rode home in tears. no one even noticed I left until after the movie ended.
for the next few weeks I was panicked every single day, I felt completely hopeless and more suicidal than usual, and I had to get multiple blood tests for HIV, Hepatitis, and more. I still feel anxiety over this due to OCD and I'm still afraid I could've picked up something like Syphilis which they didn't test for.
to make things even shittier, my friends kept asking me why I left the movie, they treated me in a patronizing way like I was a child who didn't understand how to watch a movie, and blamed me for wasting my money on a ticket, they didn't give a shit about my money, they just wanted another chance to laugh at me for being dumb and incompetent.
now over half a year later, I'm still hung up on this. The normie who did it to me forgot about it the day after, he's in college now probably living it up. I wake up and lay in bed thinking about this shit or some other negative experience every morning and before I go to bed. For him it was a few minutes of fun that he's already forgot about while this shit will live in my head forever.
