It was about 11PM. There was virtually
no moon in the night sky. The wind hit my cheeks a cold blade. I was
walking home from a friend's house. The neighborhood seemed now, a
darker more sinister version then earler that day. There was total
absence of color. The gardens, the cars and the sky had all blended
together into a dark shadowy grey existence that floted low and wide
down each street. The voices of children's aughter were replaced by
arguing drunks as they swayed in unison down the walkway.
I was two blocks from home when I heard
the footsteps. The sound of heavy boot heals were drumming the
pavemet and increasing in speed.
Then it stopped. A heavy hand eveloped
my shoulder. I spun around and my mouth covered by the other.
I felt his switch blade open to the
side of my neck. He grabbed me by the hair from the back of my head
and pulled me between two houses. A women saw me through her kitchen
widow and I saw the fear overtake her too as she simply pulled down
her blinds shut off the the light and all hope I had. My brain
pounded with the thought that I was only get to live fourteen years
of life.
We stopped in an alley behind a row of
silent dark houses. He threw me up against a dumpster and ordered me
to take off my skirt. Through tears and trembling I had trouble
undoing my wrap around skirt. He became in raged.
He was growing more and more impatient.
He lunged onto me and penetrated my virgin soul.
With his knife, he sliced me behind my
right ear and I welcomed the pain to detour from the pain I could not
understand. My back now submerged in its own blood from his thrusts
grinding me into the glass and rocks beneathme....gringing away until
I was no more than all the disgard trash that surrounded me. When he
was finished he stood up and laughed and kicked me in the ribs for
good measure and ran off. I lay there long enough to feel the morning
dew, reminding me I was still alive. There are pieces of me still
lying there.
When the sun came up, I went in the
house. I saw my mother's angry face. She had had it with me.
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