*Trigger Warning* IDK my friend told me to put this. Enjoy!
Thunderclouds rolled in the sky, surrounding the town in darkness. I looked up for a second then continued walking. A cold drop of water fell on my hand. Then more on my shoulders and face. I wiped my glasses with my shirt and pushed them back into place. The strong wind howled and blew my hair around. I shivered and hugged myself to keep warm. I lowered my head and walked a little faster to my house. It was almost completely dark and the streetlamps provided very little light. I put on my hood and pulled the strings tight to keep my face from the cold, it wasn't much help but at least the feeling in my ears was returning. The light rain started pouring harder and faster. Large water drops drenched my clothes and hair. My teeth started chattering as I began to run home. I splashed through the puddles, completely soaking my shoes with water. My legs started to burn and my side started to hurt from the lack of air filling my lungs. I slowed down and bent over trying to catch my breath. I was still breathing heavily when I continued on my way home. Only a few more blocks, come on (Y/n). I smiled to myself as the my house came into view.
I was suddenly yanked into an alley. I couldn't even scream, I was too shocked. I was slammed into the wall by a tall figure. Three more figures appeared behind him. I stuggled and tried to free myself from his grip but to no avail. I was pinned to the wall. "What are you doing here on such a dark and scary night?" He asked. The pungent stench of alchohol and drugs hit my nose, making me gag. "ANSWER ME YOU BITCH!" He yelled banging my head against the brick wall. I winced in pain and felt a thick liquid trickle down my back.
"I-I was wa-walking h-home." I studdered. I was so close.
"Well," he said, his voice getting deeper. The other three gave low chuckles. He pressed his body against mine. I felt sick to the stomach. I knew the dirty thoughts that wandered his perverted mind. "You're not going home tonight." My shaky breathes were shallow and my racing heart was about to burst. I looked up to the sky and prayed to the heavens to send someone to rescue me. Please. Just anyone. Save me! Tears rolled down my face, staining my cheeks. Two of them pinned my hands above my head, and the other other began to undress himself. Then he ripped off my clothes.
"HELP ME!" I screamed as the cold rain hit my naked body. He covered my mouth with his hand.
"You really don't want to do that love." He said holding up a blade to my neck. Love, I've heard his voice before. I know I have. Tears began spilling as his lips brushed against my ear. I whimpered away from him. "Trust me babe, you'll enjoy this." He whispered. The others egded him on, encouraging him.
"Take it all out on her man."
"She's just a bitch anyways, just like every other girl."
"No one will care about her."
I sobbed even harder. What did I do to deserve this? He pulled away and lustfully looked over my body, biting his lip. I felt so disgusted and ashamed of myself. A bolt of lightning illuminated his face for a second. My eyes widened. I know you. I screamed but the thunder drowned my cry. A smirk tugged at his lips. The three boys laughed and took out their phones to record eveything as he took advantage of me. Then, one by one, their hands explored every inch of my body. Stripping away my dignity and spiting out hateful words that were slowly destroying my mind. Then he satisfied himself with my body again, taking away the last bit of dignity and humanity I had left.
-One Year Later-
I woke up from this dreaded nightmare. It's been a year but I'll never be able rid myself of this feeling. After that night, I've always felt disgusted with myself. Ashamed. Worthless. Useless.
I got out of bed and walked into the bathroom. I undressed myself and stared into the mirror. My reflection seemed distorted. My eyes were empty as I traced the scars along my stomach, thighs, and arms.
Slut. The word echoed in my head. I was classified as one after some students saw me walking home with my torn clothes barely covering my body. The video only added to the humiliation. After that, my body didn't seem to matter to anyone. It had become a shallow shell of skin and bones that was only used to fufill the pleasures of others. That title was all I was known for.
Rage filled my veins as I shattered the mirror with my fists. Blood stained the glass and trickled down my arms. I picked up a sharp shard of glass and dragged it across my skin. I could her my skin slicing as I dug it deeper into my soft flesh. I took a deep breath and calmed down. It was moments like these where I felt the most at ease.
I tried hard to suppress the memories of that horrible incident but they still haunt my dreams. Follow me like a shadow. I don't remember it all clearly but the feeling still lingers in the back of my mind. Torturing me endlessly.
I turned on the hot water and stepped into the shower. I stood under the showerhead, letting the scorching water run down my body. I felt numb inside and out. Why? I asked. Why me? God, why did you let this happen to me? I faced the ceiling, begging God for answers. If he was even real. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I fell on my knees. I hugged my body and rocked myself back and forth. I felt dirty. I scrubbed and scrubbed my body until it stung. I tried to clean myself and get rid of everything that disturbed me. I cried as dug my nails into my skin, re-opening my wounds and drawing more blood, trying to scratch off that unsettling feeling that never let me rest. It was like my skin was the memory of that night and I was trying to rip it off my body. But no matter how hard I tried, I could never succeed.
I let out a frustrated cry and screamed at the top of my lungs. "I HATE YOU!" I screamed, lifting my arms and bringing them down upon my thighs. "I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOOOUUU!!!!" I cried, pounding my fists on my thighs with all my strength. Whether I was talking to myself, God, or the cruel man who hurt me I don't know. "I hate you." I whimpered. Finally giving up on myself.
