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backwash

backwash: noun
the unpleasant after-effects of an event.

Rose's Point of View

5 am

I woke up screaming.

My hands were being tugged on.

It was still dark outside.

'Come on.', his groggy voice slurred as he pulled me off my bed.

'No, please, no.', I cried.

How did he get in?

I locked the door.

I woke up screaming.

'THE DOOR! THE DOOR!'

Something held my hand.

'NO!', I yelled out at the top of my lungs, pulling my hand away, clutching it to my chest.

It was still dark outside.

I tried getting out of bed as fast as I could, not wanting to hear him.

'Rose?', a softer voice spoke, one I wasn't used to hearing.

I ran towards the door, tugging at the handle but it wouldn't budge.

I need to get away.

He ran towards me and pulled me by my stomach. I winced at the pain but ignored it at that moment. My legs kicked in the air as my arms tried to grab onto something.

'Rose!', he said, putting my feet on the ground.

'Where are you trying to go?', he asked, still holding onto my forearms.
The only part of me that probably wasn't injured.

I couldn't look at him. I turned my head to the side, shutting my eyes tight, awaiting the familiar, stinging feeling of the man's calloused hand across my cheek.

It never came.

But I pictured it.
He was a middle-aged man, who looked quite similar to me, but sometimes it morphed into the face of a man who I recently met, and looked nothing like me.

I was shaken by the arms, so trapped in my own world that I didn't hear or see the real person in front of me.

'I'm not him, I'm not him! I'm not going to hurt you... Rose?'

Snap out of it.

'Jimin.', I said as I looked up at him with incredulously big eyes.

'No one is going to hurt you anymore.', his words rang in my ears.

Next thing I know I've curled up into a ball in his arms as he strokes my hair and whispers sweet nothing's into my ear.

Why do I feel so weak?

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