Trigger Warning: Sexual Assault and violence
As I walked down the street that eerie Winter night with my phone clutched tightly in my hand, I saw her rush towards me.
She approached me like a predator hunts its prey and in one swift move,
She pinned me across the graffiti wall and forced herself on me.
I wailed in pain and pleaded with her to stop, but she didn’t.
As the horrific event came to an end, she slapped me across the face.
Tears rolling down my face, I rushed home, with my pants stained.
I ran to the washroom and stood under the cold shower hoping I could wash this memory off my mind forever.
But no, the event haunted my sleep, my life for as long as I could remember.
I tried facing it and being brave, but every time that memory flashed in front of me, I would break into a cold sweat.
“Are you even a man? You should have enjoyed it. I mean, if we were in your place, we would have used this situation to our fullest”, My friends said.
My family would just look down upon me no matter how many times I tried to explain.
My friends had already cast me out as a “Humiliation”
Till date, I haven’t been able to go down that street...I haven’t been able to face the demons of my past
It has been the darkest day of my life
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