We did... different things." Did you have oral sex?" Yes." she replied quietly after another pause."Did you give him oral sex?" Yes." she answered hal...ingly."Did he come in your mouth?" Please, David... don't make me." It's alright, Jill. Just tell me the truth. Did he come in your mouth?"Another long silence. "Sometimes." Did you swallow it?" I persisted."Oh god, stop it. Yes, I... I swallowed it. There! Are you satisfied now?" She was getting frustrated with the endless questions."I'm just. Living in constant state of fear and nerves was exhausting. She hadn’t eaten or slept in days, traveled through the seedy, dark alleyways of the city and stayed to herself. No contact with friends or family. Prim and proper little Emma Hopson…a fugitive. She almost laughed out loud at herself. Nerdy Emma who usually had her nose stuck to a computer screen or her eyes fixed under a microscope. What did she know about the streets? Not much, but she was damn proud of herself for doing this well. As he stepped from the bathroom into the bedroom to dress he saw something out of the corner of his eye. His brain was still functioning in slow motion, but it looked like a person. Karl turned his head only to see his perception confirmed. There, on the other side of his bedroom was a figure dressed all in black. They seemed surprised to see him there as well, but before Karl could fully process what was going on, they pulled a gun out."You're not supposed to be here", a female voice said from. Ross's office, the school psychologist. "How are youfeeling, Tammy?" she asked."Tammy? No, wait, I'm... Tim?" I certainly thought I was Tim. But when Isaid it aloud, my voice was neither certain, nor a boy's."We've been over this, Tammy. There is no Tim. Say it after me." There... is no Tim." Tim is a persona you created as a coping mechanism, in response to yourtraumatic experiences. The school janitor was caught installing cameras inthe restrooms, one of which recorded you. Your mortification.