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As I lie there, my skin exposed, my thoughts replay the sinful things I had just witnessed. His face was so lustful, he knew what he was doing. He heard my screams, he kept going. I will never forgive him for the disgusting things he did to me. I feel so dirty, so sinful, I need to shower, to wash my sins off my body. If I do, I fear it won’t be enough.
His hands were so forceful, and his large body was so heavy directly on mine, his skin felt so gritty and his eyes were locked on mine. I cried for help, he used one hand to cover my mouth, the other lay on my hip. His breath reeked of alcohol, which was so intoxicating to even breathe. The thought of him being drunk only made the situation worse, he was drunk and had cruel intentions.
I’m a child, he knows very well I’m underage, and that didn’t stop him. The clothes I wore that day are ruined, covered in blood, and my jeans are ripped. My hair was done so nicely that day, my side part was on point, my hair was pink straight, and so shiny. My eyeliner was perfectly done, hell, I looked like Avril Lavigne with brown hair. He ruined my looks.
I felt so beautiful before that, now I feel so ugly. My body is ugly, my face is ugly, I can’t put effort into my makeup anymore. Im breaking out, my skin is pale, and I can’t eat. I haven’t seen him since, but I sure hope he’s ashamed. I hope he dies in the most gruesome way possible. I hope my image scars his dirty brain and he just dies.
My body is so weak. I can barely walk, that’s what he wanted. With every push that night, he’d swear at me. My name that night was “love” or “slut”. Complete opposites. I hate those names now, I hate my own name. Anything he’s said to me are phrases I hate. I want nothing to do with him, and I’m so glad he’s gone, not in jail, yet.
He ruined me, he knows he ruined me. He made me give everything to him and more. I’ve given him too much of myself. I just want to be the person I was before that day.
His hands were so forceful, and his large body was so heavy directly on mine, his skin felt so gritty and his eyes were locked on mine. I cried for help, he used one hand to cover my mouth, the other lay on my hip. His breath reeked of alcohol, which was so intoxicating to even breathe. The thought of him being drunk only made the situation worse, he was drunk and had cruel intentions.
I’m a child, he knows very well I’m underage, and that didn’t stop him. The clothes I wore that day are ruined, covered in blood, and my jeans are ripped. My hair was done so nicely that day, my side part was on point, my hair was pink straight, and so shiny. My eyeliner was perfectly done, hell, I looked like Avril Lavigne with brown hair. He ruined my looks.
I felt so beautiful before that, now I feel so ugly. My body is ugly, my face is ugly, I can’t put effort into my makeup anymore. Im breaking out, my skin is pale, and I can’t eat. I haven’t seen him since, but I sure hope he’s ashamed. I hope he dies in the most gruesome way possible. I hope my image scars his dirty brain and he just dies.
My body is so weak. I can barely walk, that’s what he wanted. With every push that night, he’d swear at me. My name that night was “love” or “slut”. Complete opposites. I hate those names now, I hate my own name. Anything he’s said to me are phrases I hate. I want nothing to do with him, and I’m so glad he’s gone, not in jail, yet.
He ruined me, he knows he ruined me. He made me give everything to him and more. I’ve given him too much of myself. I just want to be the person I was before that day.
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