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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. #WhyIDidntReport

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