Feels so real

I just finished a short story based on something scary that happened to me three years ago. I altered the ending. I'm not a fan of sitting next to strange men on public transportation esp in NYC. But it seemed like I had little choice in the matter three years ago. I don't know what would have happened if I stuck around. My "friends" that were with me weren't much help. I felt really alone but I realized things about myself in that moment. I can stand up for myself. I don't need anyone else's help. One of these days I might just start carrying mace. Writing this story brought up such awful memories from my HS days. I just wish I could let it go. The hurt I felt back then seems to come back whenever I think about HS at all whether it was a funny event or just someone I knew back then. I should just stop writing about my past and focus on my future.