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I Didn't Want It
I said "No."
Loudly.
You ignored it.
You shouldn't have been there,
it was the ladies' room, after all.
You didn't care.
Didn't care that I was afraid.
Didn't care as you pinned me against the wall
and I started to cry.
Didn't care that I tried to escape
as you stripped me down and undid your jeans.
Didn't care that I trembled in fear
as you caressed my bare skin with cold hands.
Didn't care as you pressed inside me,
deeper and deeper,
until I started to bleed.
You didn't care that I was broken when you finished.
You didn't care because you got what you wanted.
Guess what.
I didn't.
And then,
you left and
I slid to the floor.
Tears streaked my face
as blood ran down my thighs.
But, eventually,
I got up.
I ditched my friends and I went home
where I cried myself to sleep.
I never thought you could be such a monster.
I was wrong.
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This was a really traumatic event that happened when I was 14. I got a flashback of it for no reason the other day and decided to write about it.