Dark Eyes

Chapter 6

  Boys, I swore to myself that I'd never let one be the reason to torture myself. I never understood why girls let boys be the reason to drink away their sorrows and have a blade kiss their skin, until I experienced it myself.
  He broke my heart. Everything seemed perfect. The way we laughed together and went on adventures. The way he made me feel when he'd brush his fingers across my thigh, or when he'd push my hair to the side and tell me how much I meant to him and how beautiful I was. The sparks that he made me feel in my body when his lips pressed against mine.
  He made me feel so special and beautiful than I eventually surrendered myself to him. My clothes that acted like a shield fell to the ground.  I let him see all of me; standing their naked. I was exposed. None of me was hidden. He knew this. He took advantage of that, and took something from me I could never get back. I trusted him with that. So I let go, I let go of control and have that to him. The dark hid the battle scars on my thighs. Thank god he didn't notice. But how could he have noticed, he was too focused on taking something sacred from me. I felt nothing magical like they say. Instead I lay there, my eyes fixed on the ceiling laying there like a corpse. He was done, and I was hurt. That was the night I finally understood why girls did the horrible things they do. He was gone and done with me. I was another trophy in his case. He took my virginity and left me violated and hurt. I finally understood.