TW: this story contains, Rape, and sexual assault i do not condone any of the disgusting behaviour related to these actions.
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POV: NATASHA ALLEN
My choked screams were useless, The deafening sound of the music slowly drowned out my screams as he violated me.
My kicks and screams gradually lost their will ; and were drained of their strength with each one.
He tightened his grip on my wrist.
His nails sunk so deep they drew blood.
"Stop fucking struggling." he seethed out,his mask muffling his speech.
stupid, stupid halloween party.
stupid me.
Cold, snake like hands weaved their way up my body.
I felt every single tingle.
every single hair that he moved past.
"S-stop." is what I would've sobbed out but no. I laid there staring up at the wall, as salty tears traveled into my mouth. wisps of my dark brown hair had spread across
my face.
His dirty hands travelled all over my body and as a reflex i squeeze my eyes shut, I couldn't fight the cold creeping up my body.
I'm scared.
"You like it, you whore." he snickers. Pushing my neck into the bed, suppressing my every will to fight back.
i don't want this.
i never asked for this.
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My eyes shoot open as my body jolts upwards. I sit up clutching my chest and panting heavily while resting my back against the soft headrest.
Deep breaths, Tash.
i remind myself in order to calm down as my heart pounds against my chest.
1. inhale.
2. exhale
3. inhale
Exhaling for one last time the frantic pounding of my heart had subdued into a slower, calmer pace.
i unclenched my burning fists, my palms were sweaty and red and trembling uncontrollably as each second went by.
Not again.
I feel the bile slowly raising up in my throat, covering my mouth i throw the sheets warming my legs off, and scramble towards the bathroom.
Clutching the handle,i twist it and push forward , bursting the door wide open.
i trip over my own feet in order to get where i need too. I hunch over the toilet emptying my last, and only meal of the day.
Minuets had gone by and i was still bent over, dry heaving.
I let a sight out, then wipe the corners of my mouth trying not to swallow the remaining chunks of food lingering in the corners of my mouth.
The mere thought of him disgustsed me, everything in me rejected him yet he didn't stop.
A wave of exhaustion overcame me once again and my bed was calling name i trudged over to the sink to brush my teeth and wash my hands. Even a faint smell of my vomit made me feel nauseous.
With each step i took i felt my head pound and as i reached my door i rested my forehead onto the cold surface in attempts to relieve it. Opening my bedroom door i walk over to full length mirror opposite my bed,
I stare at myself and grimaced.
My once bright green eyes full of energy were now tired, the healthy amount of fat stored in my body had now disappeared. My full and thick brunette hair that had gone well past my butt is now thin and stops halfway on my back. Eyebags that had never been there before were now sat comfortably underneath my eyes.
Tears threatened to fall.
where did it go wrong?
"I'm okay." I muttered patting my eyes down, flashing a reassuring smile to myself in the mirror.
It lacked feeling, real emotion and life.
My lips began to tremble.
"I'm okay." i said, once again knowing I am intact not okay, but convincing myself i am okay will do for now.
I have to be okay. Because i cannot be sad or angry i need to show everyone i'm okay, i am strong.
My eyes threaten to close but i quickly look over at the clock above my mirror.
2Am.
Great, so i can get a few more hours of sleep until school.
Six hours is better than nothing I guess, i start walking over to my bed and when i get then i plop down and get comfortable on my back staring up at the ceiling.
You see, I like to think my little popcorn ceiling tells a story. Just like the one I saw that night. I imagine a Woman. A strong, fearless one at that; not afraid of anything, or anyone in the whole wide world.
She is the one that kept me company on that day.
She was the rope I held onto during that hell.
I drift asleep wondering how popcorn ceiling woman would help me this time.
YOU ARE READING
White noise
RomanceNatasha Allen was a girl with a bright future and bubbly personality, that was all until the party. Forced to keep quiet as the safety of her little sister is threatened she struggles to keep up with the facade. New boy Theo fornder, closed off and...
