A Terrible Experience

I woke up in the middle of the night. My heart was beating fast. I was wet all over my body with sweat. I paused. Thinking. Thinking really hard. I had bad dreams. I turned on the light and begun reading the bible, I felt comfort when I read Exodus 15:26, God told me "For I am the Lord - the Lord who never fails, the Lord who never forgets and who never fails to love - who heals you. And in 1st Corinthians 5:3 " Though I am not with you physically present, I am with you in Spirit." These passages where from my past devotionals. Then I felt okay. I turned off the light and had a deep good sleep.

These recurrent awakening was all because of a bad experience a few months ago. This is the story. I was living in a dormitory that was really small. Only a person could fit in one room, even roaming around is definitely impossible. The hallway is too narrow, too narrow that only 2 person could fit sideways. I don't know why they call it dorm but I guess the right term would be a boarding house since we all have different rooms, but have 2 common bathrooms. Here I met a guy. A stranger but soon we became friends. He was from a far place. He was 2 years ahead of me. I never really met his family, I don't know but he always refuse and make excuses but it was fine with me. We often go out to dinner with my girlfriend, and they soon became friends too. There are many things about him I put a limit from myself. He drinks a lot, he loves going out to bars with other people and dance like crazy, one thing I don't really agree was that he cheats from parents taking a big amount of money to buy new clothes. He only pays for 3 subjects yet he asks as if he is a regular student. He even asked a big amount of money for a project or a tour but it turned out buying new jeans, and stuffs to look good. I hate the thing that his parents are being fooled. Only him was brought to school thinking he will be a professional someday. His elder brother never had a diploma, so as her elder sister, just for him to go to school even if it is really hard for his family. Maybe he got brains that was why he was the one they decided to go to school first. I don't know, whatever the reason was, I have no right to judge or anything, we were just friends and that's it. Until one night, I borrowed his phone. I sent a message, that was my only intention, I don't have a load that time to send a message. So when I opened the sent items, my eyes pop out. I read a message, him sending a guy about them-their intimate relationship. At first, I never believed. I don't want to. But sadly it was the truth, he denied at first. All the way I thought he was looking for a girl ready to fall in love with him, but unfortunately he was into a guy. So when I knew everything, all the more I put a limit from myself. But I made it not obvious, instead of going out with him some time, I prefer going to church or those stuffs. But still we were friends. Until he started to show off, sharing things like how they have their intimate contact. How they went to a hotel and do some whatever stupid thing. I even caught him kissing a guy downstairs. All this his family never knew. That time I felt really bad about him already. I'm not really good at pretending, so I never agreed to his actions, I told him in a very good possible way that what he was doing is terribly wrong. He did nod, but still he prefers doing it. So, that time we were not really that close anymore. One night, we went out with my girlfriend, bought some food. At this eatery, something happened. A squeezed bread which was his, gave it to me, I refused so I put it in his lap and it fell off his foot. So we went home. He was so silent. When we are about to eat, our food was ready, I was holding the plate and my girlfriend was holding the milk. His mood was then changed, I don't know why, then he asked me if I won't say sorry about what happened. I was puzzled, was that because of the bread? Or something else? I could never think of anything else anymore.   So I did apologize. But what happened next was that he pushed me, and started punching my face. I did defend myself but he was very aggressive. I was holding a plate with me. So I never really gave him a great punch. And the next thing happened was my dorm mate pulled me and did separate us. I was very angry, I really want to get even. I never did anything stupid. I know. God knows. Yet I was able to forget, anyway he was gay, and I thought he is never a good friend. One day, again, unexpected, he found a way to fight with me. I ended up with scratches, he scratched my face, and pulled my hair. Mannn, that was so gay. I never wanted a fight. My dad was very worried and came to see me, and wanted to talk to him. This was the first time it happened to me. It was a terrible experience. My sister was madly angry, all the more with my elder brother. My mom settled a new place for me to stay. More secured and spacious. I will be transferring a few days from now. I don't know what will happen next, what I know is that God planned something great for me out there.