It was impossible. It couldn't have happened to me. He was supposed to be my best friend. I should've seen this coming. He betrayed me. It was all a blur. Last night, that party... I wish I knew that this would be the party that would be forever engraved in my 17 year old mind. He was being exceptionally nice to me. I thought he was just being nice... That is, until I realized his other motive... He wanted me. And not in the 'I-love-you-so-much' sense. The literal sense. He wanted me for himself. That bastard... That poor bastard! For now, I will write. I will hold my silence. I'm not ready to tell anyone what actually happened. But you... I can tell you, since you're already this far. I'm guessing you can almost see what's coming. How cliche. A party, the best friend, a blur. Yes, you can definitely see what's coming next. He took away my innocence. I wasn't ready. All I remember is waking up. Seeing his dark curtains. I then saw his silhouette approaching, getting closer and closer. I was horrified. I was so horrified that I forgot to scream. The first thing I did was run home. I didn't bother taking a shower. In that moment, all that I could think about is 'did he rape me?' Over and over again, those thoughts danced in my mind. I didn't tell my parents. I didn't tell my sister. My mother would cry. How would my Dad feel, knowing his little girl was raped? So for now, I will write. I will write until I'm ready. I don't know when I'll be ready. I'll probably never be ready.
So I will write.
