Reminisce

He started to seep himself into my shaken body After my 12th birthday; the day I got introduced to what ‘menstrual’ is. Not once, twice, three but five rounds of this filthy act. BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM; just like that, five startling, heart shaking, body rupturing rounds. At that time he was 30, way older than I was. I would never forget those black liquid eyes surrounded by a stinging red rim piercing through my precious innocent soul, followed by that crooked smirk. The Raped lamb—correction the ripe lamb laid heedlessly on the grass soaking up the sun. It felt eyes preying its head, its body down to its heels but shrugged that feeling off. This larger figure jumped out and put the sheep to sleep. It was dragged away; lifeless. I was aware of everything but taken over by utter shock. It was darkness, I could see the moonlight trying to bust open the deteriorated blinds. The incents battled the aroma of weed. I coughed but no sound came out, only my body shuddered. I then realized my mouth has been taped by a heavy sticky film; duct tape. The room was small, very small as was the mattress that I lay on centered in the middle of what it feels, jail cell. Everything is torn and worn. I attempt to move but my hands are cuffed by a silver bracelet attached to chains, it connects to the bed rails. I scan the room franticly as I look at the closet I review those black liquid eyes and yolk stained teeth smiling at me. I swallowed my scream; Help Me. It was Me who would not move. Him who was panicky. Us who put no connection. Them who do not know. I wonder what would happen if I even whisper the events of that time. No one but Silence and I know the truth behind the vivid lies. I felt no sympathy. I had no chances. There was no escape. It haunted my childhood forever. Happiness, candy, joy isn’t that it? Not in my case, mine’s was different. Silent Secrets is more like it and it still is that way. Rebecca C*