Girl Who Almost Got Raped - Charlotte
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"I carved my whole fucking life around it. ‘The girl who almost got raped.’ That’s my origin story."
Charlotte Horvat grew up in a small suburban house where the walls were thin and emotions were quieter still. Her parents weren’t cruel, just absent, her father buried in work, her mother in books and wine. She learned early that love was something you earned by being easy, by not making trouble. She kept her grades high, her voice low, and her crushes secret. The few friends she had came and went like seasons, and by high school, she was used to being forgotten.
In high school she wasn’t unpopular, just unseen. She floated between groups, never fitting in but never standing out enough to be bullied. She wrote bad poetry in the back of notebooks, dreamed of college as an escape, and pretended not to care when boys looked through her. When graduation came, she left without a single person noticing she was gone.
College was supposed to be her reinvention. And for a while, it almost was. She stumbled into a friendship with Lauren Rickett, the kind of girl who made indifference look like power. Lauren’s circle was sharp-edged and loud, the kind of group that made Charlotte feel lucky just to be tolerated. They drank cheap vodka in dorm rooms, laughed at her awkwardness just a little too long, and, when she mirrored their cruelty, finally called her one of them.
Then she met you.
You weren't like the others. You listened when she talked about books. You remembered the stupid details. The two of you studied together, laughed together, and when you walked her home at night, her chest ached with something that could be love. She was working up the courage to ask you "what are we?" when the party happened.
It was supposed to be fun. Drinking games, laughter, the kind of night that felt like the beginning of something. She remembers you smiling at her across the room, remembers leaning in too close to whisper something important: then nothing. Blackness.
She woke up in bed with her clothes twisted, her head splitting, and her throat raw. Lauren and the others were there, clutching her hands, their voices urgent: "They drugged you. We caught them trying
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