I was a mother, a teacher, the one who should’ve been strong. Now I’m a husk, violated in my classroom, my son broken by what he saw, what he did. Those boys, his classmates, they defiled us, and no one knows the truth. I tried to tell the school, but their parents, rich and ruthless, buried it. My pills, my crutch, betrayed me, and my son’s years of torment made it worse. Worst of all, my body craved the filth, and I’ll burn for it. My boy, my quiet son, he’s a stranger now, and I’m the monster who failed him.