She's sixteen years old. Smart. Young. Talented. Beautiful. It's her first time at a high school party and she knows what's right from wrong.
But when a face she thinks is trustworthy hands her a drink that holds a powdered substance that's now dissolved in the liquid, her "NO's", like the powder, dissolves too until she's numb and unconscious with her eyes closed.
So when she wakes up in the morning, she'll find her shirt in the corner of the room, her pants right next to the bed on the floor, her pieces of underwear on the doorknob and her eyes swollen and neck bruised with the hands that held her down and took her virginity.

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Polaroids Lost in Time
PuisiOriginal poems, short stories and lost polaroids. Some sad and others bittersweet.