Dear vagina,
I'm sorry for the abuse that you experienced. I promise you it's not my fault! I repeated so myself, saying "no" all the time but he wouldn't listen. He continued to put his dirty hands on me, he continued to touch my skin, he continued to kiss me even without my consent. I'm sorry I couldn't protect you.
I'm disgusting. I can't stop crying. Why can't I stop crying?! Why am I so weak? I should've pushed him away. I should've done something! But why didn't I? His touch still lingers and the dark memories are still there. Why can't I get it out of my head?!
I'm sorry. I swore that I would remain celibate until marriage but now... it's gone. It's gone - my virginity is gone and I lost it to a man who I hardly know. Why was I so slow to react? Because of me, I couldn't keep you safe from him.
I'm so sorry. I couldn't do anything. I'm sorry that you had to endure his contact. You were stretched and violated and I only cried in desperation. I begged. I begged so hard but I guess he didn't hear. I screamed. I screamed for help but I guess no-one heard.
I guess I should've screamed louder.
YOU ARE READING
EPHEMERAL
Short Story[ inspired by twirlingwands' 'pithy' ] SHE WAS SORRY FOR THE INFLICTION DONE TO HER TEMPLE, THOUGH IT WAS NOT HER FAULT.
