My whole body trembled as I lean on the cold wall of my room, hugging my knees tightly as if it'll protect me from everything that had happened. My body was barely clothed with a faded blue gown that had been ripped mercilessly but I could barely feel the bits of the cold
I could barely feel anything except from the deep, raw ache coming from between my legs — a wound no one could see but I'd never forget.
They had taken all that I had left.
Tears raked through me as i covered my head in shame. I could still feel their hand lingering on my skin and it made me disgusted with myself.
It's my fault.
I shouldn't have looked at him in the eyes, thats what led to this. I shouldn't have worn this dress— he said that's what made him aroused. I should've avoided him at all cost, maybe then he wouldn't have come finding me with his friends.
Maybe if I had screamed louder, someone would have heard and come to help me. But who am I kidding — no one will help someone like me, no one.
