Memory TracesJust recently,I remembered it.I never actually talked to anyone about it,nor I wanted to,until now.I never knew his name,but I still remember his appearance as if it was yesterday.Older,friendly huge guy,they're nearly all like that...This one thought that he should give me a lesson or two.I was,around 5 years old or so,on my vacation.I was on a beach with my parents,sun was slowly burning my skin,so taking a quick dip in the sea seemed like the most reasonable choice.With small steps I walked into the water...Cold,I'd thought,but adaptation was quicker than expected.Five minutes later I was swimming around,enjoying the width and transparency of the sea.Suddenly,someone touched my shoulder,I turned around merrily,expecting one of my parents.Then,my eyes met with the eyes of a complete stranger,his mouth were formed into a smile,while his face radiated nothing else than a handful of happiness.
''Hey,little one,what is your name?'' He asked.
Shyly I replied,and so informal conversation has commenced.We talked about weather,places,and few other things,until he proposed to me.
''How about I teach you to swim? I dislike your swimming technique''.
Excuse me? At first I thought I didn't hear him well.I didn't knew much back then,but I certainly knew my swimming,but the man was persistent.I agreed at the end.I had to...First he swung his flabby arms around,imitating actual swimming,then asked me to repeat.Few minutes,nothing was happening.Soon,he realized that I had no idea how to lie down on my back in water without sinking down like Titanic.Here,he made his first move.
''Come here,let me hold you'',these were his words.I hesitated,even then,it seemed suspicious to me.''Never talk to strangers'',it's what every parent say.Everyone learns the same in school.Whether it was my curiosity,or stupidity,I was obeying him like a dog,who just created a leash around her neck,and it was certainly jerked towards him now,signalizing me to approach.And so...I was flipped on my back,eyes staring up into open heavens,while fingers on my back gave me shivers across my entire body.He released me,allowing me to float around.Perhaps he will let me go now.But he didn't.He swam over to me,and trapped me into his embrace.Those were some heavy arms,he held me in a tight grip.I was so caught up into his actions that I never even realized that I was holding my hands on his shoulders.For me,this was the worst part.Shamelessly,his fingers slowly traced over my body,between my legs.I was sure I felt his fingers.
''Do you like it?'' He asked,still pushing that eerie smile across his wrinkled face.The nerve!
I was so young then,but even then I could feel something was horribly wrong.Could I fight back? Yes. Did I do it? No.Why? I still don't know,even today.I spend my time telling myself that the peer pressure was not allowing me to do anything.His eyes widen,filled with inquisitiveness and,I could swear,a form of greed.He needed that answer.I attempted to turn around,our faces were too close for comfort.I replied to him that I know how to swim,also requesting to be released.It didn't go so well.
''Don't go just yet,don't you enjoy this?'' Now,I started to feel actual fear.With one twitch,I was slammed against him once more.I didn't want this...I was truly afraid,and lost.My eyes were scanning the beach,in hope I'll meet one of my parents.They weren't there,where the hell did they go?!Suddenly...I felt something that wasn't his hand..Oh no...It was brushing against my crotch,two,three times,his question was still floating around in air,on which I still refused to answer.One..Two...Three,and it stopped.
''I must leave now,I enjoyed taking care of you instead of your parents,may we meet again,pretty girl''.
With this,I was free again,pressure chains disappeared,but my heart was beating so hard,I thought it would jump out,at that very moment,I wished I didn't have a heart...Or feelings.My eyes were locked on him while he was swimming away,towards the beach.
Sixteen years later,it still hurts.I was left alone,with my mind and body desecrated.I lost,in this story,I am a loser,while he turned out to be victorious.However..I consider myself to be lucky one..It could escalate,and be much worse,but it didn't.I'm stuck with a memory and rage,fear and sadness.He got away,this is what hurts me the most,but trough years,I thought that I have no right to complain,I contributed to his runaway,but....Today,I'm waiting.I still believe there is some sort of a cosmic justice,for him,and all like that man.Just you wait...
Nyxeh 18-21, F 2 Responses 9 Dec 1, 2012