The Incident.

Once upon a time, there was a 15-year-old girl who didn’t have a care in the world. She had a good life with awesome parents, a sibling she would die for, dependable friends, and finally a very loving boyfriend. She was happy. Then, on a cold night in February, everything changed.

She went over to the boyfriend’s house. She thought she was safe, but she would soon find out that she was wrong. So very wrong. It all started when she asked for medicine and a glass of water for the oncoming headache she was developing. When he gave her the medicine she had asked for, she took with a grateful smile.

They lay together waiting for the medicine to kick in and the headache to go away. Her head in his chest. His fingers running through her hair. Then she starts to feel hazy. She's never felt like this before and freaks out knowing that the medicine she took wasn’t the cause... right? She had taken that type of medicine SO many times before and it never caused her to feel like this. She starts to feel her stomach churn, but it’s not in a sickly way. She starts to feel hot. Too hot, but not a heat she had experienced before. This was different. She gets up to go get another glass of water with hopes of cooling herself down, but as she gets up, she loses her balance and starts to fall. Her boyfriend being the good person she thinks he is, catches her. She looks up to him to tell him thank you for catching me, only to find him giving her a very odd look. One she had never seen on his face before. Much darker than what she was used too.

She starts to get an uneasy feeling in her gut. A feeling that tells her something is very wrong. She tries to play it off by telling him she had just stood up to fast and got a little dizzy. Even asked him for another glass of water.

When he came back with the water, she gulped it down like she hadn't drank in days. She was starting to feel oddly thirsty. But the water was not satisfying the thirst she was feeling, and within minutes her vision started to get blurry. Her hearing was distorted, almost as if she was under water while someone was trying to talk to her.

She felt herself be picked up and carried. She tried to ask who was carrying her where they were taking her, but the words just wouldn’t leave her tongue.

She feels herself slipping, but not enough to go all the way into the darkness.

She feels herself going lower and lower until her back hits something very soft, but she still can’t manage to comprehend what is going on or where she has been moved too. She then feels her limbs get spread and get tied to something. That feeling she had that something is wrong, amplifies.

She starts to struggle, pulls a little on the restraints trying to loosen them enough for her slip at least one hand out. *SLAP*. Her head whips to the side and she feels a stinging sensation on the left side of her face. She can feel her cheek begin to swell. The tears start to fill her eyes before they fall over and slide down her face. Now she’s scared.

A voice is talking to her, but she can’t tell what it’s saying. She hears a ripping sound and then a cold breeze fly over her torso. Her shirt has been ripped open. She feels the caress of hands sliding up and down her sides. The caress isn't pleasant. Sending goosebumps all over. She starts to squirm trying to get the hands to stop. Another ripping sound feels the air, this time her pants. Next, her panties.

Now, she’s terrified.

She begs for them to stop. She screams no.

But no, they don’t listen. Then she hears it. A dark chuckle. Tears stream down her face as she comes to terms with what is happening.

She screams. Kicks. Pulls. Begs.

But nothing stops. Nothing.

She's helpless and no one is coming to save her.

Amid the chaos she didn’t realize the assailant had stripped his clothes and was now moving to be on top of her. She feels his hand lower down her stomach, past her bellybutton. Until it reaches something, she held precious. Something she wanted no one to touch until she was ready. She begs them to stop, but they keep going despite her protests.

She runs through her mind trying to figure out who it is that’s violating her. Who is hurting her. She runs through and comes to one answer. “No.” she thinks. “it can't be.” at her realization she feels betrayal. So much betrayal she goes numb. Begging the darkness to take her. To save her. But it never comes. No one does. No one saves her.

She feels it all. Hears the slap of his skin against hers. Smells the iron from the blood that is starting to pool around her.

Violated.

Impure.

Beaten.

Broken.

That’s what he left. A shell of a girl, she’d never see again.