Diary Of A Victim.

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Dayanara's POV.

After my class, I walked to the ground and sat on the bleachers. I took out the diary from my bag and ran through the pages to reach the last page. That day. The day she was kidnapped. Her last entry.

24th September 2020.
Thursday.

Dear diary,

The first thing I saw today outside the window is my worst nightmare. There's the ones who made my life a living hell. The ones who walked over my body until I reek of their sweats and beer stained breath. I know what is going to happen next. There's no point in hiding their names although I am sure you might've already found out who. You are a brave one Daya.

Ian Ripley , Paul Sanderson, Levi Smith and Jace Evans.

It takes everything in me to even say their names. They disgust me. They took everything I ever had. My happiness, my innocence, my purity, my peace, my family , my friends and now they want my life too. But I am happy though , I am not dying like a coward . Atleast I fought back. I am sure I scared the living shit out of them . Otherwise they wouldn't have to take away my life now. I know I already won this battle. They , four men who destroyed me is now threatened by me.

Knowing thousands of women are living a life defeated and silenced pains me. To think they lost everything and everyone. To think they don't deserve to live and to have voice. The society that thinks it is normal and the fault of the victim. This is rape culture, putting the victim at fault. This needs to stop. We are not worthless. We are not trash. We are not some objects people can own and dispose. We are not at fault. We are women, the most powerful being in this planet. The only one powerful and courageous enough to give birth. The only being that can handle so much and suppress a lot of emotions. We are so selfless and devoted that we forgive everything and everyone. We are brought up that way. To forgive and control while men are thought to do whatever the hell they want . And eventually these thoughts in their minds lead them to dominate and overpower women and prey over them.

I hope it never happens to anyone . It destroyed me and my family. There are thousands of others going through this. Hope. I am only hoping this will all end soon and women will be not looked over at as objects .

Delilah....

My eyes welled up with unshed tears . I wiped them away and stared at the empty ground.

"Daya.." I looked up to see Sila running towards me with torn dress and tears running down her face. I got up abruptly and ran towards her . She was looking miserable, like washed over by a tide. There were scratches and wounds in her hands. Her forearm had red mark of someone's palm.
"Sila...oh my god... What happened. What is all these. Here." I gave her my jacket. She took it and covered her shoulders.
"H-he.. Ian and his ....f-friends. T-they. ...." She couldn't complete it but she broke out into tears . I hugged her very tightly and took her hands in mine. I gently placed my hands in the small of her back leading her to the bleachers. I sat her down and gently touched her chin to look up at me. She looked at me with glazed eyes that was on verge of bursting out.

"What did they do?? " I asked her very softly.

" T-they..tried t-to force m-me. " She was sobbing so heavily. She could barely take out the words. After some time she explained everything that happened. I couldn't control my anger. First my sister , now my friend. After a while, she was now calm and quiet, she abruptly got up like she remembered something. I looked up at her to see her pulling out a phone from the pocket of her now ripped jeans.

" It's Ian's..." She said with a small smile.
"Oh god... I wouldn't have sent you if I knew this was going to happen. " I was now feeling like the one at fault. If I never askes her for doing this, she wouldn't have to go through this.

But now the determination for fighting is increased. I am fuming with anger and disgust. I am so deeply disturbed by this. I don't think I can ever get over how much this effect me.