Rape


"It was the anxiety that hurt actually"

I didn't dream last night. I was awake all night. Or was I? Last night I got raped. I tried to get away and then again and again. Still, I got raped. I had someone invade my body and when I said "no" I was the one who was evil. The rapist was insistent and wouldn't stop. The rapist kept pushing and trying to touch me. The rapist threatened me by saying there was "nothing to lose" and continuing no matter how much the rapist admitted that I didn't want this done to me.

In the end I ran away. Then the rapist told me, in so many words, I was overreacting. It was my fault. I shouldn't have worn the short skirt or been available. It was my fault.

TheRapist...no, not really.

I woke up already being awake and decided that today was a day to leave alone. In the end I almost called the cops to stop The Rapist from self destruction. Cops are a credible threat I suppose because all talk ceased upon the mention of authority. I haven't had a peaceful moment since. The cops can't stop TheRapist. It is a tangle.

I can just run away.

Posted: Tue - November 11, 2003 at 10:57 AM      

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