fear... pain
I clutched my jacket to me as i walked down the narrow ally to my home. It was near the middle of night in January. I walked quickly, trying to get to a warm place as soon as possible. Living in a city on the water made it very cold in the winter, and having no car did not help. My grip around myself tightened. My teeth chattered, the sound echoing through my head. I turned onto another ally. My home was an appartment in the grungy sidestreets of Portland. It was not my choice place of living but it was what was available; I needed a place to live after all. My pace quickened, i was cold.
It happened so fast i didn't know what hit me. I felt something slam into my body, and then i was on my back on the cold cement of the ground. I looked up to see what hit me. A man. My eyes widened. A hand slapped over my mouth. Being in such a state of shock i had no way to retaliate. He looked down at me, his eyes narrow.
My eyes were filled with fear. I knew what was going to happen. His free hand fumbled with the button to my pants. I wanted to scream but the hand on my mouth held firm. I felt the zipper slide down. Cold air seeped in, almost sending a chill through me. He struggled with getting them down, but managed it. I was so scared, scared that if i moved too much i would be hurt even more.
His hand tore at my underwear, not even bothering to pull them down. They tore off, pulling at my skin before ripping free. I squeaked a bit in pain, but his hand pressed into my head further. My body began to shake. It wasn't just with the cold, but with fear and loathing. I couldn't move otherwise. I was paralized. A deer in the headlights. My eyes were wide, staring up at him. They pleaded but he took no notice.
They soon shut tight. Immense pain ran through my body as i felt something... him... push into me. Tears rolled out from beneath my lids. Yes, i was virgin. I wanted to cry out with pain, but his hand held ever firm. He didnt even wait for me to adjust at all, and began ramming himself into me. It hurt, more than anything, it hurt. My chest shook with silent sobs.
It was over quickly. He pulled out, zipped and buttoned himself up and ran off. I lay there still half naked. I felt some liquid slide down my theigh. Blood. I lay there bleeding. My breath grew heavy, sobs shaking my body. I let a small squeak out. I tried to move my legs to curl up into a ball for warmth, but it hurt too much to make any movement. With one exhale i cried out.
My skin was growing numb with cold. I shook in the cold January night. I shook from the cold, from the fear, and from the pain. I cried out once more, my voice loud, yet weak. I made no coherent words, but sounds. Tears began to run down the sides of my face more rapidly. I lay in the middle of this ally half naked, bleeding, and crying.
Footsteps echoed aways away from me. At first i wanted to stay silent, i didnt want it to happen again. That fear left me, and a small sound escaped my lips. The steps quickened until i heard a surprised whisper and felt someone kneeling beside me. I glanced down at this person. A she. Good. She was pulling my pants back up. I tried to speak to her, but my voice failed me. My eyes shut tight and everything disappeared.
It happened so fast i didn't know what hit me. I felt something slam into my body, and then i was on my back on the cold cement of the ground. I looked up to see what hit me. A man. My eyes widened. A hand slapped over my mouth. Being in such a state of shock i had no way to retaliate. He looked down at me, his eyes narrow.
My eyes were filled with fear. I knew what was going to happen. His free hand fumbled with the button to my pants. I wanted to scream but the hand on my mouth held firm. I felt the zipper slide down. Cold air seeped in, almost sending a chill through me. He struggled with getting them down, but managed it. I was so scared, scared that if i moved too much i would be hurt even more.
His hand tore at my underwear, not even bothering to pull them down. They tore off, pulling at my skin before ripping free. I squeaked a bit in pain, but his hand pressed into my head further. My body began to shake. It wasn't just with the cold, but with fear and loathing. I couldn't move otherwise. I was paralized. A deer in the headlights. My eyes were wide, staring up at him. They pleaded but he took no notice.
They soon shut tight. Immense pain ran through my body as i felt something... him... push into me. Tears rolled out from beneath my lids. Yes, i was virgin. I wanted to cry out with pain, but his hand held ever firm. He didnt even wait for me to adjust at all, and began ramming himself into me. It hurt, more than anything, it hurt. My chest shook with silent sobs.
It was over quickly. He pulled out, zipped and buttoned himself up and ran off. I lay there still half naked. I felt some liquid slide down my theigh. Blood. I lay there bleeding. My breath grew heavy, sobs shaking my body. I let a small squeak out. I tried to move my legs to curl up into a ball for warmth, but it hurt too much to make any movement. With one exhale i cried out.
My skin was growing numb with cold. I shook in the cold January night. I shook from the cold, from the fear, and from the pain. I cried out once more, my voice loud, yet weak. I made no coherent words, but sounds. Tears began to run down the sides of my face more rapidly. I lay in the middle of this ally half naked, bleeding, and crying.
Footsteps echoed aways away from me. At first i wanted to stay silent, i didnt want it to happen again. That fear left me, and a small sound escaped my lips. The steps quickened until i heard a surprised whisper and felt someone kneeling beside me. I glanced down at this person. A she. Good. She was pulling my pants back up. I tried to speak to her, but my voice failed me. My eyes shut tight and everything disappeared.