Black hue around you.
Noises all around.
A broken necklace and missing shoes were all I cared about somehow.
A hand reached in the bushes and pulled the boy off of me while I scrambled to my feet.
The man questioned the boy first and yelled that he was not to be around me.
He turned to me and asked if I knew where I was. I didn’t–
but I didn’t reply because ‘trouble’ was my initial disposition. I ran. Ran to the farrest field to where the man could not see.
I tried to call for help, but no one could hear me. My friends were lost amongst the rows of single-filed rooms that filled our prom night group. And here I was, sleeping in the bushes and without a clue to why he ran away without me too.
He left his smell inside my dress like glue. the sweat of his hand was still on my lips from when he covered my mouth – to keep me hidden to his rue.
I never spoke a word to anyone when I made it to my room. And I never spoke to him again until he asked me to forgive him for he knew nothing else to do. Knowing what he did was wrong and he might be in trouble. I couldn’t reply. I had nothing but silence.
And it’s been that way until today when I found my voice in defiance.