(Continuation of « shadows »)
The remnants of her thoughts were raging to get free as the moonlight appeared out of nowhere. The hate that had built up in her heart was the chain holding her down, holding her captive as she slowly gave up. He pressed firmly down on her sore breast as if he needed a grip for all the hate he was creating, to prove he needed no protection, no rubber glove to cover the hand that hardens down your hopes. He pushed so far deep that she had lost all feeling in her body.
And though her body was being raped, her mind was but a vagabond, searching for better lands. She had created her own world, free of all this filth and for a fraction of a second she was happy. No, to her, she wasn’t being violently taken by a ravenous boy, she wasn’t really bleeding to death, she wasn’t just another sex toy, she wasn’t really in hell. For a fraction of a section she was back in her room, listening to her music, in peace…This pure white dream however, could not last forever. As he banged her head into the bedpost she was thrown back into this full proof nightmare. Tears of blood, blood of tears, all for what was once a normal teenager life. He was on top of her raging through her emotions as a hunter would rage through his prey driven by his taste for blood, taste for killing. She was now, but a prey, captured, imprisoned and soon to be skinned of her life. He finally released his ugliness in her exhausted body, he had relieved the pressure he had created for himself, the pressure of being a man, the pressure of being a beast…She was going to let go as well, all her rage, hate and pain would die along with her love. She was going to let him win, let him take her for once and for all. She couldn’t stay alive for much more, couldn’t win this round but little did he know, that she had her revenge all the long, she was hiding the shadows within…she had aids…