I was walking home from school. It was autumn and the leaves were falling. It was 15 degrees so fairly warm. I was distracted by the beauty of nature to notice the man walking behind me. I slowed down as I admired the trees. He sped up. I felt a stubby, dry hand grab my wrist. I don't know why, but I didn't move. I was paralyzed. "Don't say a word" he said. I attempted to scream but hands were put over my mouth. I was dragged to the middle of the forest while I was in a headlock. My shoes had fallen off and mud was all over my feet. Raindrops started to fall. He dropped me on the ground. It went silent. His mouth was moving but I heard nothing come out of it. My socks were pulled off. I didn't understand. He took his shirt off. Then he took off mine. "PLEASE, STOP!" I yelled. He didn't respond. I screamed and I yelled but nothing changed. I looked to the right, closed my eyes and waited for it to be over. It seemed like that wasn't going to happen. I waited and waited and waited. I felt tears fall down my cheek. It's never going to end I thought. The man finally got off of me. I stood up as fast i could and put my clothes on quickly. I ran. As I ran I heard a quiet voice, "I'm sorry." It was the man, I could tell.
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I was walking home from the therapist's office. It was autumn and leaves were falling all over me. It was irritating. I looked up and saw a young girl. She was admiring the trees. I looked at a tree trying to find happiness that she had but instead sadness glared right at me. I was irritated. Why did she tease me with her happiness? I couldn't take it anymore. I grabbed her slender wrist and pulled not knowing what I was going to do to her. "Don't say I word" I told her. She tried screaming but I covered her mouth just in time. Her shoes slipped of her feet. It started to rain. I was scared but didn't want to her to know. I slammed her to the ground. I didn't want to hurt her but my body was taken over by my anger. I started to undress her. I didn't even know why I did it. She screamed but I continued anyways. I knew what I was doing but someone told me to continue. I finally stopped displeased with myself. I got off of the girl and she ran. "I'm sorry," I yelled softly.
Now you know both sides of the story. Does that make it right?
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The Long Walk Home
De TodoThis short story is about a young girl on a walk home, Though it took longer then expected. She was put in a situation that lots of people are put but never should be. It's from her point of view and the mans. First hers, then the mans.
