Still Haunting MeI was twelve when that man grabbed me.
When he attacked me.
Forced himself onto a twelve year old.
I'm now 18.
And every night I still see his face, hear his laugh, feel his sick hands grabbing at me.
I still have scars from the ropes and chains he loved so much. My wrists still look like they have just been untied. Red and burning. It hurts all the time.
My friends don't ask about the scars anymore.
They quickly learned not to.
But sometimes it still comes up.
And I still cant help but shake uncontrollably, and feel myself become so enraged I can hardly think straight.
I got out though, and now he's behind bars, but I still fear him.
I still wake up in the middle of the night, crying for my friends and for the officer who found me.
Even in prison.
Six. GOD DAMNED years later.
He won't leave me alone.
MockingMay 18-21, F 1 Response 0 Jan 8, 2013