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Im sitting here in my room.

its dark and silent.

I can hear my heart pounding threw my chest with each pulse.

My blood feels think as it tries to travel through my vains.

i think of my adolesence and time ive spent with friends and family.

I reflect back to those cold nights.

I can hear my mothers screams, my brothers cries. 

I sit there and do nothing,

Feering movement.

My dad is asleep in his bed.

My Neighbors laughter echos through my skull shaking everything in side of me.

I think back to the dance on the beach.

By this time im numb, 

My body begins to feel cold, and shaky.

I tried to push him, 

His hand struck me

I let out a scream 

His other hand covered my mouth.

I tried to push him away

He grew violent.

I stopped moving all together.

I can see him on top of me.

His eyes no longer sweet and carring.

I stare deep into his eyes trying not to let him forget mine.

As I look into his, he turns my face gently to the side.

I look at each grain in the sand trying not feel.

I ask in a whisper tone for the third time.

Please dont do this.

His pupils enlarge,

His skinny eyebrows narrow.

He looks as if he wants to tell me something.

Instead, he goes in harder and faster.

His breathing is getting louder and louder.

Mine is beeing held. 

Tears streaming down my face i lay there. 

Not making a sound.

I strech my arms out to the side of my body.

He notices and tells me if i try anything that he will kill me right there

After all the ocean could cover my body.

With my arms streached out as wings

I barey my hands deep into the sand

Its cold and wet.

I take a handful and feel eache grain slip from my grasp.

I wish i was the sand, 

Getting away from what held it down

He runs his sweaty sandy hands up into my shirt

and un buttons the strap on my back.

He tells me to take it off.

I refuse.

He sits up stradeling my body.

His lips touch my skin lightly

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