"Well . . .How is it?" My friend Mariah asked me. I closed my eyes, tightly at first then loosely. "How long can you keep this up?" I asked myself in my head. "So what? Your just going to pretend to be this rebel, just to get people to like you. Slut!" I said to myself angrily. The group around me stared at me, waiting for my response. The room felt smaller, almost like i was suffocating. I inhaled it again, then exhaled, my lungs burning with a sensation. So was that it? Was this the rush everybody was talking about. I inhaled more of the weed, trying to force myself to enjoy it. "Give her something stronger, I dont want her to remember anything when i do it." I heard a male voice say from behind me. I didnt look , i just kept inhaling, then i felt it. Woah. I began to laugh, for no reason at all. But i didnt care. If i was naked i wouldnt care. It was, un describable. Then the male voice came in front of me. "You'll thank me after." He mumbled in my face. I didnt know what he meant, but i didnt even care at that moment. All i wanted was more. My body urged for more, i knew i could endure more. The male moved on top of me, ripping clothing by clothing off. I couldnt lift my body up to push him off. "No." i was able to mutter. This is not what i wanted, i wanted more of the weed, not him. "No." i said more urgently. But he didnt care, he just angrily put his lips on mine, forcing my clothing off. I didnt know what clothing was on anymore. "Stop. No!" I said louder. He covered my mouth, then i got to my senses and realized what was happening. I couldnt even stop it at all. I felt his whole body pressure on me, as i looked around searching for Mariah. She was no where in sight. I felt no physical pain, because my slutty self slept around with every guy in the high school, just to get a guy to like me. No i know what he's doing. Raping me. I tried to push him off, and i screamed, shouting telling him to get off of me. He stopped, and sat up. He was done. No. What else? He grabbed his ciggerate. The top still burning, on fire. I thought he was going to smoke it, but he didnt. He pushed it on to my neck. I didnt scream, yell, nor shout. I sat there, letting him burn away my skin. Minutes passed by, and i just lie there. Not caring was going to happen, i deserved it any ways. He got up from on top of me, smiled and walked away. I looked down at myself, taking in the bruises and scratches. "What a life." I whispered to myself. I picked up the ciggerate he used to burn my neck, and brought it to my lips. "Fuck." i whispered. I was suprised, i never usually sweared. Then again, i never usually smoked. I'm just not as i seem. There's a name for that. Two faced? Whore? No i got it. A name I'm proud to be called: Bitch
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So that was literally off the top of my head haha , i hope yall enjoyed it . lemme know if i should continue, and also some helpful hints .
<3 ~Seairah_Lee~
