You were sexually assaulted. But unfortunately, you were a boy. That made it harder for anyone to believe you. And trust me, you felt alone. And depressed. You tried explaining it to your mother, while Arthur was eavesdropping. She just shook it off, and said; "You're a boy, don't be ridiculous." Dammit.

You sat alone at a river near camp, as Arthur watched, secretly watching your every move.

You definitely weren't alone.