I didn’t cry anymore not because it didn’t hurt, it did. My cheek throbbed where Bridget slapped me, my ribs ached where I hit the bed, and my dignity was scattered like the torn pages of my textbooks across the dorm floor but tears were useless now.
They’d taken enough from me. My silence was no longer protection, it was a weapon being used against me so I chose noise. I chose the only thing they feared more than exposure: TRUTH
The opportunity came from the most unlikely place, Campus 101.1FM, the university’s student-run radio station. They’d sent a DM, framed like curiosity, but laced with concern. The subject line just read:
Your voice deserves a mic.
– On-Air Producer, Layla Martins
I almost ignored it but something in the wording stopped me. They weren’t asking for a story. Th
