— Athelos Ward
— My psych assignment
"Oh God! It’s that guy!”
I walked into the common room in S Block of my university, where nerds of all varieties gather to swap stories and play games, to this exclamation, and some confused murmuring.
"What guy?" asked Steph,
"The briefcase guy!"
Now, that would have to be me. I stopped, frozen and confused. I’m not mister popular by any means, but I didn’t think I was that guy- whatever that means.
"Um… hi?" I returned, hesitantly, my usual bravado stalled.
"Hello," said Patrick, "is this the guy you’re talking about?"
"Yeah, that’s the guy who beat the crap out of me yesterday!" my accuser retorted.
I snapped from confusion into mind-numbing panic. I didn’t recall hurting anyone physically in the last couple of years- certainly not yesterday. Now people I have known for years were putting down their hands of cards and looking at me questioningly.
"I-I’m sorry?" I began to stammer, "I think you have me confused with someone else-"
"No, it was definitely you!"
I can see the looks of betrayal in some of my friends’ eyes. What kind of monster must I have seemed to them, to apparently attack some scrawny firstyear?
I stood in total silence. People were looking at me from across the room, I thought I might have been about to collapse from fear.
Finally, Chris broke the silence, “When exactly was this?”
"Right after he knocked out Dom, then he got a second combat phase with Scourge of the Throne and swung me for lethal too."
The silence returned, louder than ever, except for the sound of thirty heads swiveling from me to the firstyear.
"Dude," said Lain, "phrasing."
The Hypothalamus: That friend from Highschool who keeps getting into trouble and dragging you along with it.
Okay, funny stuff stops at the title. The rest of this is a discussion of sexual assault and the way it is treated by the criminal justice system.