The Night Before

Tiny tears find their way down her swollen cheeks as she remembers the night before. It is so much to take in for a 14year old. She clutches her fist as if to fight but there was no one there to be fought. As she releases her fists more tears roll down. She is surrounded by people yet she feels all alone, she sees everyone around as loving to hate her. It was already morning and she still felt she was back in the night, the night it all happened, the night she would never forget, the night that made her feel dirty, the night that all she wanted was to die but unfortunately, she didn’t, she was left alive to feel the pain, the agony, the dirt, the trauma.

She got up to go wash herself for the 7^th time that morning but the smell of him never seemed to have washed away from her body, she scrubbed harder with every time she went back for a wash. She still felt dirty. She wondered, how much scrubbing it will take to wash away the way she felt, 10? If it was, then she’d scrub 10times. As she scrubbed herself crying in the shower, her hands over her breasts brought back the pain of the night before, she could see him in her head, his hard dark face, bald head, dark skin, black hovering eyes, muscular body, big hands, a scar on his back, the big bite she gave him on his shoulders, the red eyes as a result of the pepper spray she lashed in his eyes but all to no avail, the picture of her murderer.