Contemplation

Strangers believe

The night before last
I awoke from a nightmare
I was damp with sweat
My eyes shot open to the empty room
Greeted by suffocating darkness
I dreamed he trapped me in an elevator with an innocent stranger
I felt terror in my belly
I felt naked to the world
Unsafe
Terrified
He was angry
Standing just above where the elevator had failed
He sat with a weapon
A hard glare as he peered down at us
I grasped the strangers hand and he held my hand tight enough that his maple skin whitened
Tell them the truth
He growled viciously
I couldn't
Tears spilled down my cheeks and I shook my head
That is the truth
I said my voice betraying my fear
I'm not a rapist
He screamed and anger overrode my fear
Yes you are
I screeched back
He peppered me in bullets, blood was everywhere
I fell back into the strangers shocked arms
He was untouched
My body jerked as more hit me
The elevator dropped suddenly opening
To the bottom floor
I was bloody, struggled to walk but I felt no pain
The stranger pulled me outside and I was greeted by my mother
She was concerned looking at the blood
He did it
I said
And he appeared as if summoned
He shook his head reverently
Calling me a liar
My mother looked at me and I showed her the bullet wounds
She stared at me
Lips pursed
There's nothing there
Why would you lie
She asks
The man smirks darkly
I cry silently
The stranger is as shocked as I
We both see my skin dotted in wounds and spilling with blood
I sob and the world floods with red
It is only the stranger who comforts me