As I walk home from the local hole in the wall, I hear the birds and frogs making there beautiful sounds, oh how life is grand!

As I walk down this narrow path, the street lights glisten like it is daytime. I am almost home and can sleep off this buzz that I have.

Then I start to hear these sounds from behind me, is it a dog, a raccoon, or a cat digging in the garbage. All of a sudden I hear this familiar tune of whistling from in the dark

Then out of no where I am knocked to the ground, my face slams against the dirty road and I hear a loud snap inside my head

I can barely see, I feel someone on top of me. I finally gain my eye sight back, there is this ole greasy looking man on top of me. He smells like rotten eggs with a hint of mustiness about him.

He flips me over on my stomach and begins to remove my pants, I am still half out of it. What is going on? Why is he doing this? Then he rips my panties off like they were just a piece of string around my waist.

I start to fight back, punching, grabbing, scratching nothing is stoping him. I can hear him unbuckling his pants. It sounds like the liberty bell ringing in my head as the buckle hits another piece of metal.

He then thrusts himself inside of me, the pain is unbearable, I try to fight him off again nothing is working. I then feel a blow to the head like I have been struck by a car.

I wake up a few minutes later to see a shadow of the same ole greasy man pulling his pants up. I can barely see anything. He mumbles in his raspy voice to me “thanks for the good time, I enjoyed it”.

I try to collect myself as I am still stunned as to what has just happened. My clothes are still around my ankles. I pull myself together and try to make it back home.

I get home and stumble into the bathroom and have a glance in the mirror. I look like I just got out of the ring with a prized fighter.

Blood all dried up in my hair like caked on mud, both my eyes are blackened with a deep color of purple. I can still smell that ole greasy man and I can hear him say again “thanks for the good time, I enjoyed it”.

Tears start pouring down my face like a wild river, the pain inside and out is real as it can get. How can I tell anyone about this? What will I do? What did I do to deserve this? Who was the person that did this? People will think I am a whore? What will my boyfriend say? I can’t tell him he will leave me.

I wake up a few days later in the hospital, my boyfriend at my side holding my hand. I slowly talk to him as my throat is very sore. Where am I? Your in the hospital he exclaimed!

You were badly beaten and raped. How did he find out? Oh! he is going to leave me for sure now. I turn away from him in shame as I begin to cry, he rolls me back over and says don’t worry, everything will be ok we can through this together. I love you dear.