Most of us have had the privilege of hearing stories from women who have courageously shared their stories of pain, the pain of being sexually assaulted, and the shame that follows. They are powerful, breaking our hearts to pieces. They are personal stories that remind us that rape is a real, and should never be taken lightly.

Then there are girls who play with fire, who meet it halfway but never plan for the chaos that follows. I think of girls who meet the wrong guy and realize it after the fact. I think of girls at a party, passed out from the night, having their pictures taken or a recording of them posted online for the world to see

For some people, it's a black and white issue, but for others of us, it only seems like a new beginning or a delightful new encounter.

When you're meeting someone for the first time, you know nothing about them, other than what they share with you, and from what you can physically see. You never thought that person would eventually make you cry, lock you in the bathroom to be funny, or scare you for their mere enjoyment.

Because they can be so nice, and they are so interested in you at first.

First, it's hiking to see the sunset, car rides, sneaking into the pool past midnight, and sharing experiences.

You begin opening up, sharing personal details and struggles.

Not realizing that those personal details would be used against you, and feeling as though all the hikes and car rides were really just used to lure you to this exact moment.

But you're so caught in the escape you don't realize it's a trap.

And the person trapping you is just as hurt and destroyed as you are.

The innocent fun turns into experimental behavior, with substances, substances you were unaware your so-called friend used, but if they enjoyed such an activity, and you could trust them, what was the harm?

You are so incredibly naive, and the worst part, is they know that.

I firmly believe that those who hurt us have a story too.

We can look at them as monsters, but really it's much more than that.

And we're all capable.

We can put too much trust into a total stranger with all our personal information, and we can place ourselves in situations that aren't smart, but we're far too caught up in the thrill of a new adventure to realize it.

Throwing our whole selves into one person, only to then lose us,

and a major part of us at that.

But what do you do with that kind of guilt, when your eyes are finally opened, and you realize someone you trusted used the precious information you shared with them, to essentially take advantage of you?

Especially when you realize it was you who put yourself in this situation to be with,

and there was truly no one to blame or be fully mad at.

At least that's what it feels like.

Sometimes when we don't know someone's story it's easy to assume and to judge. Then we open our mouths, only to find that they are not words coming out, but swords and they can truly hurt a person.

You share information and you are labeled.

You don't share information and you suffer alone.

You lose a part of yourself, and you can't get it back, ever.

But it isn't as simple as crying, and telling someone you're hurt.

Pain isn't simple.

Like a car accident can leave us in a state of total shock,

We lose ourselves when we realize we played with fire, and the fire has destroyed all the precious cargo inside.