The Christening

I lost my brother when we he was 15 and I was 11, I was with a friend and he went to pick me up, it was late and we had to walk home, we passed a group of men, one of them touched under my dress he was going to punch him, but they took him to a lonely street, I heard his screams, I wanted to help him, but I couldn't, something was holding me, I remember his hand through my leg I remember that I hurted, I cried, I remember his dark green eyes on me. I woke up on a hospital bed with my mom by my side and my little brother by the other, I had been raped and my brother killed.

Now I am 21 years old, on therapy every Monday and Friday, living with a divorced mother and 2 cats, I am 21 and I still remember how 10 years ago my brother died. my name is Gemini Roy and I am afraid. not of the men who killed my brother, but of the man who raped me and how he would come back, surprisingly on the most unexpected situation.