A crime committed

Chapter 1

My baby blue sheets now covered in red stains. I lay there on top of my own innocence. The only thing that was mine to give was stolen.

I watched him pull his boxers up and than his pants. His shirt came next than his hat and finally his shoes.

I lied on the bed completely naked. I brought my knees up to my chest and wrapped my arms around them.

I imaged knives stabbing me over and over again. The pain was overwhelming. The crime had not settled in yet. I was still question what had just happened.

He gets up and walks away.

Finally.

He opens my bedroom door and closes it behind him. He didn't even ask me if I was okay. He didn't bother to look back. He just left.

I hear the front door slam and that's when it hits me. It hits me hard. My anxiety takes over and cuts my breathing. I choke on my own breathe and tears. I'm drowning in my fear and I there is no way Im escaping this ocean of horror.

My vision becomes blurry and finally it gives up all together.

I wake up and find myself still lying in bed. I woke up to realize it wasn't just a dream. It happened. It was real. My body is sore and my head is throbbing and I feel like I've run out of oxygen. I manage to sit up. I take a step down and fall to the ground. My legs are weak and I'm out of energy.

I grab my mint green towel hanging off my closet door and head to the bathroom across my bedroom. I switch the light on and turn on the shower. Hot water is what I need. Perhaps it'll wash away the pain I'm feeling and my damaged insides. I turn to the sink and turn the faucet on. Hot. I was my face and when I look up I see myself. I look almost dead.

Pale skin, long midnight hair, and dark brown eyes. I stand up straight and I stare at my body. I can't stand to look at myself right now. I walk towards the shower and push the curtains aside. I sit down on the tub floor and let the running water hit my face. It burns but in the best ways. I stand up and grab the shampoo. I wash my hair and than my body. I look down and watch the blood run down my legs and into the drain. I would like to think it might just be my period but it isn't and I shouldn't lie to myself. I rinse my hair and body and turn of the shower. I wrap the towel around my body and walk out the bathroom.

I hear the door open.

"Mom?"

"we brought pizza"

"Okay thanks, I'm going to put some clothes and I'll be right out"

I run to my room and lock the door behind me. I remove the sheets from the bed. I fold the sheets and pillow cases and place them under the light green couch in front of my window. I organize all the stuff animals and pillow on the couch. I grab another bed sheet from under the couch. White ones. I cover the mattress and the two pillows.

"Are you going to eat?"

"Yeah, I'll be right out"

"Okay"

I pick up the ripped clothing from the floor and place it on top of the evidence. I sit on the ground for a minute. My legs and head hurts.

I get up and enter my closet. I put on some underwear and a sports bra. I grab a pair of pajama short and a black long sleeve shirt. I dry my hair as best as I can and pick it up in a bun.

'Deep breath, you can do this'

I walk out to find my parents sitting at the wood round table with a pizza box a couple beers in the middle.