It was that night everything changed,
How it would make all my sweet and innocent memories fade.
It was just a party,
I was with older kids,
I would be fine…right?
It started to get a bit chilly,
The wind seemed to pierce my legs and arms like mini needles,
Maybe I shouldn't have worn this outfit.
I asked her if I could borrow a sweater,
She said to go ahead and find one I liked,
I was looking for one in her closet when I felt cold hands grab my waist,
It has him.
Him.
The one who has stolen who I used to be.
He pulled me against him,
it hurt, and
I screamed out,
Nobody heard me.
I got pushed to the wall,
my skull throbbing in pain,
I couldn't care less,
I was paying attention to the look in his ice cold eyes.
He pulled me up by my hair,
I was kicking him as hard as I could to get him away from me,
Nothing I did could stop him now.
He grabbed my face and forced a kiss,
His lips were chapped and tasted of alcohol,
It tasted disgusting.
He shoved me and I tripped on to the bed.
Laying on my back,
Faced up,
When I saw him appear above me I started to swing my arms to hopefully hit him.
He pinned me down and I began to realize what was happening.
I tried to scream but nothing came out,
How could I be so stupid?
He ripped my shorts off of me,
And he took his jeans off.
Why would any monster do this?
“Please…”
"Stop..."
"Why are you doing this to me?”
He had a grin on his face,
He was content with what he saw,
All I wanted to do was slap the look off his face.
I shut my eyes,
And counted to make it all go away.
I tried to picture a field,
You know like the ones with lilies and dandelions all around.
And then that’s when he started speaking.
“Tell me you like it..."
“Tell me how good I am.”
His voice so deep and raspy,
Making me shiver as it echoed into my right ear.
He knew what he had done,
And he didn’t care.
He didn’t care that I would have to remember this moment for the rest of my life.
He didn’t care that I would have to live with pain and fear for the rest of my life.
He didn’t care that he was robbing me.
Robbing me of my real smile,
my real laugh,
my sanity,
my sleep,
my virginity.
Me.
He robbed me of who I was.
