Don’t Blame My Clothes Part 2
TW: SA, Talk of Killing Yourself and Self Blaming
Featuring: Fem Reader, Housewardens, Vice housewardens, and First years
It has been a week since your attack. You have been exempt from classes and extra curriculars.
The speakers above click on as it’s time for the morning announcements
“Goood morning, students.” Crowley’s voice echos through the halls and classrooms
“We have a large event happening in auditorium after your three morning classes. All students are required to be there. Don’t be late.” The speakers crackle before clicking off
After everyone had gathered into the large auditorium. The lights turned on the stage and Crowley and you were standing there with a mic and the screen behind you says "See something, Say something"
"Welcome, I'm sure you all are wondering why you're here. Our dearest prefect has something important to talk to you all about."
"Thank you, Headmaster. You can go sit down now"
"Thank you all for joining me here today. This is a sexual assault awareness seminar. Now this may make some of you uncomfortable, and it should. If you get too comfortable, you become oblivious and naive."
You take a breath, trying to control your voice.
"Let's begin shall we? Slide." The screen behind you goes to a different slide at the top it says "What Counts As Sexual Assault and Sexual Harassment?"
You start reading the slide.
Underneath that is a list and it goes in this order:
Sexual coercion is the act of using pressure, threats, manipulation, drugs, or force to engage in unwanted sexual contact with someone against their will. It involves overriding a person's refusal or manipulating them into consenting, making it a form of sexual abuse and a violation of true consent.
Sexual groping is the intentional, inappropriate, and usually non-consensual touching or fondling of another person’s body for sexual pleasure. It is a form of sexual harassment and sexual assault, often involving grabbing or rubbing body parts without permission
Sexual penetration, whether vaginal, anal or oral, through the use of object or body parts, without consent, using force, coercion or by taking advantage of the vulnerability of the victim.
Some students look away, looking shocked or disgusted. You could see the Housewardens and their vices scattered about in the crowd, you could see their expressions simultaneously go from shocked to narrowed as if they knew something was up.
"Don't any of you look away. This is important. For some of you, this could be the difference from being happy and lively to depressed and wanting to kill yourself because you can't live with yourself."
There are murmurs in the crowd, a few reach your ears like "she's probably overreacting" or "it can't be that bad if she's up there."
"You all are men!" You slam your hand on the podium in front of you, startling everyone.
"How dare you act as if you understand the feeling of constantly being told to cover up more even in your own home, because you might make the male family members uncomfortable as a developing teenager! You never got told that you were being dramatic for being anxious for being left alone with a man you didn't know!" Tears are forming in your eyes, threatening to spill over, your body is shaking like a live wire. The audience gasps, eyes widening in what could be shock, fear, or guilt.
"You haven't felt the fear and anxiety of walking home by yourself. You wouldn't understand the feeling of disgust after seeing yourself in the mirror after being raped, feeling as if apart of your soul has been ripped out." The tears are steadily flowing down your face, mascara forms trails down your cheeks.
"You are just a man, you couldn't possibly understand feeling like another person’s leftovers." Your voice is shaky. You sniffle, trying to compose yourself, leaning against the podium to keep yourself upright.
“The fact that men treat women like scum, like dolls you can fuck and then toss away is despicable. If it wasn’t for the labor of women, none of you would be here.” You say coldly, staring at the crowd through your lashes. A few people in the crowd nod their heads and some murmurs in agreement rise.
"If you look under your seats you will find a flyer with all this information, I hope you'll read them and do your own research." You lift your head, and straighten your posture.
"The main thing I hope you take from this is if you see something, say something and stop it. Thank you all for listening to what I have to say." You bow your head, watching as the students leave, chatter filling the room. You sigh, wiping your face.
The Housewardens and Vice Housewardens quickly cross the room to the stage.
"What the hell was that all about?" Leona's voice is mad.
"I-i'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend y-" You stammer, taking a step back.
Child of man, we are not mad at you but we are mad at whoever did this to you."
"Well something obvisously happened to you for you to start crying. Even if it's because of the...sensitive topic." Trey pipes up
"Sweet potato, its not okay if something happened and your ignoring the effects it had on you."
What exactly happened?" Malleus looms over you, you can already hear the rain and thunder outside.
"Mal, could you not right now?" You sigh.
You turn away from them, walking off the stage and quickly blending into the crowd of people outside the auditorium doors. You hurry back to Ramshackle, stopping at Sam's shop and buying yourself two quarts of ice cream, one is strawberry and the other is salted caramel, and some cans of tuna for Grim. Once you get to Ramshackle, you change into your favorite cozy pajamas and put the groceries away in the fridge. When you finally get to sit on your bed, you can't help but cry again, feeling the weight of the last 2 weeks. You curl up in bed, sobs racking through your body. You cry for what feels like hours. After finally running out of tears, you drift to sleep.
