A sharp pain shot through my waist the moment I tried to move.
My breath caught, and for a few seconds I couldn't understand where I was.
The air felt unfamiliar… heavy… wrong.
When my eyes slowly opened, the world around me didn't look the same anymore.
The room was in complete disarray.
Broken silence.
Crushed sheets.
Scattered clothes.
But none of that terrified me as much as the single realization that struck my mind when my gaze fell upon my own clothes lying on the floor.
No…
No, this can't be real.
Please… please let what I'm thinking be false…
With trembling hands, I pulled the blanket away.
And in that moment…
my world shattered.
I didn't need anyone to tell me the truth.
My body already had.
The dull ache…
the burning pain…
the unfamiliar heaviness in every muscle…
Everything screamed the same answer.
I was no longer untouched.
My breathing turned uneven as panic wrapped around my chest.
Slowly—almost fearfully—my eyes shifted to the side.
Someone was sleeping beside me.
The moment I saw him, my body reacted on its own.
I pushed myself away, dragging my weak frame toward the edge of the bed as if distance alone could erase what had happened.
This… this can't be happening.
But the marks on my skin told a different story.
Faint cuts.
Bruises.
Pain pressed into flesh like silent evidence.
Even the bed carried traces of a night that had crossed too many limits.
A broken sound escaped my throat, and as soon as my feet touched the floor, my legs gave up.
I collapsed down with a soft thud, the strength completely drained from my body.
"Is he… a human… or a monster…?"
The whisper barely formed on my lips.
I didn't even know what had truly happened last night.
Fragments of darkness.
Blurred memories.
Nothing clear… yet everything painful.
My entire body felt empty of strength.
Still… I had to stand.
Gathering every last bit of courage, I forced myself up, holding onto the nearby table for support.
Each movement hurt, but staying there felt worse.
I couldn't let him wake up and see me like this.
I couldn't stay in this room even one second longer.
With shaking fingers, I picked up my clothes and slowly wore them, trying not to make a sound.
Every small rustle felt too loud in the suffocating silence.
Behind me, he was still asleep.
Peaceful.
Unaffected.
As if nothing had happened.
As if my world hadn't ended in this very room.
For a moment, I just stood there… staring at his back.
A strange mix of fear, anger, and something I couldn't name tightened inside my chest.
But I turned away.
Because staying… would destroy me completely.
I looked around the room one last time.
The scattered sheets.
The faint stains that refused to disappear.
The silent proof of a night I wished I could forget.
My hands trembled as I tried to fix what I could—
straightening the blanket, wiping away the visible traces,
cleaning… hiding… erasing…
As if removing the marks from this room could also erase them from my memory.
But some stains don't disappear.
No matter how hard you try.
In the end… I stopped.
Because deep down, I already knew—
nothing would ever be the same again.
Before leaving, I pulled my hood low to hide my face and walked out quietly.
Each step felt heavier than the last.
Near the exit, I paused beside the security guard.
My fingers tightened around the money in my hand before I silently gave it to him.
"No footage," I whispered, my voice barely alive.
He looked at the notes… then at me…
and without a word, he nodded.
That was enough.
I didn't wait another second.
Outside, the morning light had already spread across the sky.
People were beginning their normal day.
Cars moving.
Voices talking.
Life continuing… as if nothing had changed.
But inside me—
everything had.
I walked forward without knowing where to go,
only one thought echoing again and again in the emptiness of my heart:
Last night…
something was taken from me…
and I could never get it back.
And somewhere behind me,
in that silent room filled with broken memories—
the darkness had only just begun.