BORNE (chealeaamaris)

Chapter One. (Prologue)

"Please.." My voice was at a nearly inaudible croak as my strength lessened with each movement.

His dark shadow consumed my figure and refused to release its capture as he overpowered me. He aggressively pawed at my wrists as his core landed into mine and began thrusting. This is what life truly is.

My senses were no longer intact with one another. The faint sound of his low grunting and husky breath was drowned out by the sound of my own blood as it pumped through my veins, coursing with adrenaline.  I couldn't feel a skin on skin connection with his member inside of me because I was consumed by the rocking of my bruised body against the cold and dirty concrete.

Cold tears turned to warm and warm tears turned to hot. Eventually my breath was the only sense that was clear. I could no longer feel the wetness on my cheeks and I could no longer recognize the difference between his and my own movement. My energy had depreciated and all strength that I still contained was being used to keep my lungs constricting, eyes awake, and muscles still in their shape.

With a final tug on my bare chest, scraping my flesh into the bed of his nails, he released everything that had been stored up and flooded my body with his seed.

The war of my mind and body was walking on a tight line, favoring on either side as it lost balance. My cells were boiling over as my skin was cooling into the freeze of ice and his absence left me somehow feeling even worse despite how badly I wished for him to remove himself from my depth.

A slight pool of blood had become the bed that I lay on, shivering with involuntary weakness. I opened my eyes with a struggle and was overwhelmed by the grungy feeling of corruption that was now a part of me.

My tears had stained my cheeks, leaving them tight and dirty, my lashes and lips were crusted from the dirt and submission that I still hadn't escaped. I was laying alone, unaware of what was still happening around me when I felt the vibration of his heavy steps against the ground.

He was nowhere to be seen but I knew he was still present and at this time, I could no longer provide feeling for my own body. I was out of tears and incapable of speaking. My throat reminded me of a rocky-mountain-side I had learned of in grade 10, cold and dry yet surrounded by a frozen moisture that could no longer nourish the needs of its hard core. My vocal chords were devoured by strain, and saliva clouded my mouth as it stuck to the cold walls of my throat.

Suddenly a brute kick in the side awakened the feeling below my rib cage. Numbness escaped the area just as I was becoming used to its presence and a low, streaky groan sent chills down my spine as it escaped my open mouth.

This is solitude and this is the shade of acceptance now seen as beauty in our world. Rape is now nothing more than a mildly good story to shake up the routine in our daily lives. Police sirens are now the soundtrack at all times of the night except for the nights that we need it. A snowy grave in the darkness will forever be our passive attempt at a pure burial from now on. And shadows are only separate from light by the lack of acknowledging their existence.

My life was just one of many and my gender was an unofficial target. But once I'm gone and my blood is no longer boiling.. and my skin is no longer stinging with the itch that will never be scratched, that's when I'm seen as a lost light. A bulb without electricity and a match with no spark.

I will only ever be seen through the microscope of one's tear as they shed it for me, the cries of any who never knew what happened January 13th, 2014.

But those cries...

Those broken sobs in the night that mean nothing and hold no power to bring me back..

They will be the net that holds me captive and the rope that keeps my soul tied to the pungent smell of this place when I'm gone.

I can never be gone, I can never be anything that would live past this moment. This changed me. This will probably kill me. And if it doesn't, I will always be alone.

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A/N:

This first chapter is short because it's a prologue. If I get some reads on this, or comments and what not then I'll definitely upload more of it. In case you read some of my other stuff, I want to clear things up:

I am not currently writing anymore of "Words To Nowhere" because It's more of a time filler when I feel like getting thoughts out.

I'm still wanting to write "When Fragile" but I don't get much feedback on the four chapters that are up so I'm taking a break from it.

"The Death of Us" is a completed poem so I will not be adding anymore onto it.

And "Distortions" is my baby, I have a plan for her but It's extremely complicated so I'm taking time off from it as well.

This story will continue to be written if people are interested.

And thank you to @omqamina for the push to post this. Love you, tons. xoxo♡ If this is the story that takes off, it's definitely dedicated to you. ~