Touched

We see a girl in front of her computer. The room is dark, except for one spot on the girl. She obviously is frustrated.

“He asked if there was a possibility I fantasized it… dreamt it. God, how could he? Then he waited for my answer with that self-complacening grin on his face.”
Her thoughts went back to that day.

We see a court-room with the girl in the witness-stand.

“If there is a possibility I’d dreamt this? Sir, hours after he did this I thought it wasn’t real. God, I didn’t want it to be real, I wanted it to be a nightmare, so I could wake up,” she exclaimed.

“But you think it’s real?”

She looked like she was about to explode. She couldn’t believe this!

“Yes I think it’s real. If I dreamt this, I wouldn’t be so scared. Yes sir, I’m scared. Since a long time, I’m afraid of being alone in a room in the dark. It’s been a long time since I’ve been this scared of the smallest noise. The last time was when he did this four years ago. It took me a long time to not turn every light on anymore, before walking into a room.”

“You tell me sir, is that normal behavior for someone who dreamt it? Being scared to dead for something that happened so long ago, only because someone finally pressed charges against this man. Would someone who fantasized something like this, relive the whole thing? Or would that someone begin to keep people on distance, just because she is scared to let people behind the walls she build so cautiously? People like her dance teachers who try to thank her for crying out loud.”

“Yes that’s right. No one who I allow to touch me. Afraid they might take advantage of the opportunity. Even people I know I can trust. You know how hard that is sir? Trying to explain, why people can’t come to close, hug you, give you a thank you kiss? I do and I can tell you, it is hard.”

“Just as hard as being terrified when you change into your pyjamas and your father is going to the bathroom. I know he won’t come in. I know for sure, but I’m petrified. Afraid of my own father, while I’m in my own house, around people I love and should trust. Hell, people I can trust, but I don’t. I trust no one ever since he did this. It’s difficult to trust people. You know one thing sir? The only people you can trust , are the people who need you to comfort them. You know why? Because they’re the only people who are more vulnerable then you are.”

“I’m sick and tired of being terrified from the smallest sound. Tired of being terrified of other people. Yes, I’m tired of being afraid in the dark, tired of counting my steps to overcome the feeling someone is watching me, so I won’t freak out. I’m also tired that I can’t trust other people. I’m tired of sucking my thumb to comfort myself. Tired of this awful dreams that keep hunting me.”

”Yes I dream, but I didn’t dream then. I know for sure…”

The scene returns to what we saw in the beginning. The girl turns to face the audience.

“… he touched me in a way and at places of my body I didn’t want. That’s what he did, it wasn’t a dream. It just wasn’t.”

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A/N thanks for reading and no, the courtroom thing didn't happen for real, I doubt someone would be allowed to talk so much before being cut off.