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It happened to me; that’s the hardest part to understand. I can’t seem to get my head wrapped around the idea. It happens all the time, sure, but to other people – not to me. I’m a good person, or at least I’m not bad. I can’t figure out what I did to deserve what happened.
Just the other night I was walking out of work – just like I’ve done a million times before, talking to my boyfriend, venting about my day, school, work, or just whatever. It was just like any other night; there was no ominous score in the background or the glint of someone’s eyes peering out of the darkness at me – just my boyfriend on the phone and my parked car waiting for me to take it home.
But someone else was there, too, waiting, just waiting for me so I could take him for a ride. Suddenly I felt cool metal against my temple and heard a rough voice whisper into my ear, “Don’t make a sound. Just get in the car and drive.”
When I close my eyes, even for a split second, I can still feel the heat of his breath on my neck from that first moment when he grabbed me. I can still feel my heart going a hundred miles an hour, my brain going even faster just trying to figure out how the hell I’d gotten in this situation. Just for a second I’m transported back into that night.
And then I open my eyes and realize I’m not there anymore; I’m in my dorm. I’m alone; my roommate went out for the night. I envy her, in a way. Ever since…I don’t like going out at night, even with friends. It’s not rational, but I just keep thinking about how he told me he’d kill me if I told anyone. Well, I told someone. I told a lot of someones. So now I’m just waiting: waiting for him to be found, waiting for him to find me…waiting for an absolution, whatever that might be.
*Author's Note: This happened to a girl in my Writing 100 class and this was my way of trying to handle what happened to her: I wrote about it. She was fine physically, but she lost a couple hundred dollars and her sense of security. I pray that she is on the road towards healing psychologically.
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