Note.

When I was in college a guy approached me and said the word dick.

I didn’t know what that was at that time, so I asked Voldemort’s ex, let’s call him Ashwin.

I think he was continuously talking about me after that because it’s after that the manipulations started.

Voldemort kept saying things like, a guy showed his ass in a movie, a girl raped a boy etc.

She knew well that I repeat whatever she says and I did.

Ashwin used to look at me in shock each time.

She used to manipulate like this a lot.

She, sowmya and krutika used to do this.

They used to say things like they have crushes on small boys so that I repeat it.

She was desperate to make me look bad.

Later she used hurcrux and I completely stopped talking to her.

She reached out to me couple of times and faked that she likes me.

After a while I forgave what happened and started talking to her. But because of her guilt of what she did, she assumed I was doing it too.

But I was always direct while speaking even then.

After sometime I grew up and started behaving mature and confronted what she did.

Ashwin was continuously talking about me.

She saw me as a threat.

She used hurcrux again to cut me off. But faked it in front of Ashwin and the boys.

She assumed I liked Ashwin, but I never liked him because he used to continuously call me ugly in the past.

I just liked him as my friend.

I didn’t understand that she wanted me to stop talking to her that’s why she was hurting me.

I continuously texted her and completely lost it.

But after a while I was okay again.

College started and I went to college and my friends at that time took voldemort’s place as a death Eater.

I couldn’t understand what was happening.

I tried telling my sister, she slapped me and my family took me to a counselor, let’s call him Sunny Joseph.

He sucked big time. He didn’t know abcd of counselling.

But after sometime I was okay again but things became out of hand.

I was tortured mentally and forced to talk about mastrubation when I didn’t even know what I was doing.

I thought something was wrong with me.

I kept asking what’s wrong with me.

After that it was just pain.

I was made to question my own reality and silenced.