The Unforgiving Reality we Live in (skylox)

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I still remember that day, it's clear enough like the first day of high school; terrifying. That night was ordinary for me. I was walking back from the store, to buy some last minute ingredients for dinner that night. Walking down the street was normal, yet that night I stopped doing it. Maybe it was because I couldn't bring myself to do it. Not again. Ever. 

"Hey, what are you doing out here so late? A little boy like you, shouldn't be around these parts." 

Next thing I knew a pair of stiff arms wrapped around me. One hand crossed over and covered my mouth, the other gripped my side. I dropped my bags, and I felt like I was being pulled under. It grew dark, so dark that I began to think I was dead. I felt tugging at my waste, then my feet were being dragged across the cement. This wasn't the street. It was an ally way. 

"Better be quiet boy, then maybe I won't be too rough." 

His hands were cold. So, so, cold. My eyes tightened shut, I didn't realize I held my breath until he forced my mouth open. My eyes glossed as something sticky filled my tastes. His fingers slightly pinched my tongue, making my mouth water. I muffled a groan as the other arm pulled me tightly into his chest, his fingernails sinking into my shirt.

His fingers then slipped out of my mouth, to which my eyes slightly opened. With a blurred image, the man was tall enough to tower over me. I quickly shut my eyes again, feeling his arms wrap around me in an embrace. 

"It's okay, don't be scared." His voice terrified me to an extent that I felt a shiver go down my spine. 

His hands slowly lowered down and gripped my butt. I slightly squeaked, but that caused his mouth to clash with my own. His tongue forced it's way into my mouth, and a disgusting taste filled me. I felt like puking, but I held it in. His fingers slowly wrapped around the hem of my pants, and they were slowly being pulled downwards. 

I muffled a scream, but he bit my lip causing me to stop. "Be quiet boy, or I'll mess up that pretty face of your's." He grunted. 

When he was done with me, I was laying on the floor naked. Something warm and sticky oozed out from under me, and stained the already tainted floor. He pulled up his pants and straightened up. He looked satisfied, and took out a lighter. With his other hand, he held a cigar. Lighting it, he placed it in his mouth. I trembled underneath him, quickly pulling up my legs and hugging them. Tears slipped out from under my eyelids, as my eyes were wide open. I tucked my head in shame, listening to his footsteps as he walked away. They echoed in my right ear, the scratches of his boots scraping up against the cement floor. I laid, naked, sobbing. I had no dignity in myself anymore, nor did I respect humanity any longer. 

Humanity was dead to me, and so was everything else I ever had. 

Reality is unforgiving. And what I did was not forgiven. No, instead I was rewarded with what seemed to be karma, but in a sicker way. A sick, bitter, unimaginable way.