Lewisville (Texas) high-schooler Katelyn Hoagland: The dreams started in eighth grade, the year when I sang in the choir and performed in theater.
And the year when Logan, the I'm-better-than-everyone-because-I-can-act drama geek, tore me apart with his words daily.
The year when my mom's lupus hit hard.
They always start the same. We're in the bathroom. Someone I love (my mother, my grandmother, my sister) slides their hand up my small thigh.
I ask them to stop.
They laugh.
I cry.
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