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I walked back and forth in my room. I couldn't get my mind straight. It happened. There was no way to reverse time, to go back and stop me from doing what I did. He caused it. I know that he will never apologize, he is to cold to do so. I can remember him vaguely.
His light brown hair. His dark gray memorizing eyes. His chiseled features, made him look older. He had had a sharp jaw line. The red and black gang sign tattoo implanted on his neck. I couldn't help remember every movement he made that night. How he over powered me without any trouble. It made me realize how easily I was to take control over.
I fell back on my bed. I closed my eyes to stop the tears from coming. I folded my lips together. It was to late. He had done it to me.
The scars on my arms, legs and back, where marks. I skimmed my hand over my arm. The memory was there forever, but the physical pain only would last a couple weeks.
I breathed heavily, as I sat up. I punched the nearest thing to me. Which was the wall. I felt my knuckles cracked at contact. "Ahh!" I cried out as I fell to my knees. I held my wrist, as the tears poured. I let hair fall in front of my face. I stretched out my hand and looked at the wall. I had barely made a dent.
I got up and did it again. This time it turned into a hole. I couldn't ignore the acing pain that my hand had faced. Punching the wall didn't help either.
The memory is suppressed in my mind. It was now another part of my life. I couldn't just throw it out, I couldn't refund it. I had no choice but to remember it.
I walked into my bathroom. I stood over the sink and looked in the mirror. My face was pale white, my hair was frizzy, my eyes were puffy red. My nose was running. I splashed water on my face. Tomorrow I go to school, I had to keep my mind on the school work, I need to get in a good collage.
"Sarah! We're home!" My mom called from down stairs
