Victor Hernandez has a Girlfriend!

She.

Slam!

I closed the door behind me furiously and proceeded to lock it as many times as I could.

Sob...Whimper...

I collapsed against the door and cried in my hands.

Why?...Why did this happen to me? What did I do wrong? Why did he do this?

I was so cold from running back home with...my torn clothes. I jolted and touched my body all over as if to deny the reality.

It didn't happen, did it? I-I can't be...he couldn't...

But it was all there. The bruises, the tears, the sore parts of my aching cold body...

It is real!, I thought.

And cried my eyes out. Why did he do this?

Did I ask for it? Was I wearing attractive clothes? Did I lead him on?

No! I didn't do anything!

I just went for the project like I did yesterday. Then why?

Oh, it hurts so much!

Just hours ago I had it all. My 'normal' life, the awareness of school project, the fact that Jules and I were just classmates...

But now it has all come crashing down.

My life has been made more abnormal. More confusing. More hurting.

What should I do? What should I do?

I need to tell someone! Anyone! I need help.

I searched for my mother's shoes next to the door to see if she was home yet. She was.

I got up and ran to her room, slamming the door hard. Normally, I would worry about waking her up. She must have taken her medicines to go to sleep but I really needed to talk.

I shook her body strongly. "Mother! Mother, wake up, please!"

She woke up after a few seconds and was startled to see me.

"Mom, please, wake up and listen me out!", I continued to cry.

She looked me all over and cupped my face.

"Emmaline, what happened?", she asked, bewildered.

"Mother!", I cried, more tearing falling down my face.

"Emmaline, sweetie, tell me what happened? Why are your clothes torn? Why are you so cold? What's the matter?", she asked.

"Mother, ...he....he...he RAPED me!", I finally blurted out.

I saw it as her eyes went wide, her face turned pale and her mind seemed to be processing things.

"He raped me, mother, he raped me!"

I didn't need to tell her whom I was talking about because she wouldn't remember anyway. I was leaving that information for later when she will be in her full....senses.

After several minutes, she hugged me and started to utter incoherent words.

"Mother, please, inform the police! Take me to the hospital for examination.", I cried.

To that, she gasped and pulled away, cupping my face tightly.

"No, sweetie, no.....never....", she shook her head. "Never tell anyone, especially the police..."

Disbelief wrapped my brain as I looked at the lunatic expression on my mother's face.

"But mom-"

"Emmaline, when you get raped just be quiet. No one cares what happens to you.", her eyes were wild now and she looked pass me when she talked. "I have been there, sweetheart! I have been!"

She screamed the last part and erupted into tears. In anger, I stood up and walked to the door.

"I am going to do something for myself!"

Mother ran to me and grabbed me hard. "THEY DON'T CARE! THEY DO THE SAME WITH YOU! THEY DO THE SAME!"

"Let me go, mother!", I cried.

"Emmaline, look at me. Look at me.", she turned my face to meet hers. "I-I have been there. And it was no good. These policemen are devils. THEY RAPED YOUR MOTHER!"

With that she lost her mind and began throwing things around. She rubbed her body and was shaking terribly. I only stood there, crying. It wasn't the first time she was telling me that she got gang-raped by some policemen.

If only my mother was normal.

Then after what seemed like several minutes, she took my shoulders again and spoke huskily, her eyeballs slightly going up.

"Just go to your room, sweetheart, and take a bath. And go to sleep. It is the best place to escape reality, I tell you.", she was nodding her head at me with a creepy smile.

Fresh tears came down my eyes.

"I-"

"I can give you a bath if you want, sweetie. I can.", she cut me to say this.

I shook my head sadly and turned to go to my room. Even when I left, I could hear my mother saying that sentence again and again.

"I can give you a bath. I can."

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As I looked down on my naked body in the bath tub, I couldn't stop crying. I have been snatched of my innocence, my happiness, my mental health and my virginity at the same time. How can someone be so cruel? How can so much go away with just this one thing?

"God, if you exist, are you looking at me right now? Did you see what I went through? Do you feel my pain? Oh, Sweet Lord, please listen to my prayer and send me a help from you. Send me a help if you love me."

I whispered.

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I couldn't sleep rest of the night because mom kept talking to herself - or to the devils, as she says.

"My daughter isn't raped. She is fine. Nothing happened to her."

"I can give you a bath, sweetie."

"Don't tell the police! Justice never comes!"

"They gonna laugh at you but you have to be strong."

"Emmaline didn't return from the project."

...She was right, I never returned from the project. I just went there and got killed. But still asked to live. A silent life.

It started raining at some point of the night.