"You forgot something" your acquaintance said. Your eyes drift shut and the world spins around you. He grabs your arm and pulls you into the shed. He rips your clothes off while you try to fight him off. I never been naked in front of people before, you think, I don't like this. He turns you around and pushes you onto the floor. Your head is scraped on the rusty wooden floor. All you can see is the insulation mat in front of you. It is sudden pain. All you feel is white blinding pain. Your head is hitting the corner of the room as you black out. You scream no but he quickly covers your mouth. He grabs onto your breasts roughly and scratch at them. Your vision blurs. Stop. Please. No. Can anybody hear me?
YOU ARE READING
Letter To My Past Self
Non-FictionThese are several short stories about my life. There are several triggers such as rape and PTSD.
