It’s the moon that captivates me, with its silver gleaming light, lighting up the night. I wait for it to rise above me, calling the stars out around it.

Please I cry to it please save me.

How could something so cruel have happened to me? As he touched me, my skin, my heart, I lay, tortured, just waiting for it to be over. He entered inside of me, roughly and simple tears ran down my face. I tried to block it out; the pain of loosing my virginity to someone I loved.

How could my own blood have done this to me?

The night is quiet, simple, almost as if it’s begging for me to scream out in agony. The ground beneath me is rough with dirt.

He shoves himself in and out of me, quickly, savoring the tightness of my body. He throws his head back and grunts out a “Yes!”

I want to slap him, but my body is paralyzed by him and held to the ground. I want to push him off of me, but the strength that would take is beyond what I hold in my small frame. So I just let my virginity be stolen from me.

And the moon rises, as does my father, and saves me. He leaves me there to lie, and I do, hoping that I’ll stay there forever.

The darkness surrounds me, and I’m picked up and taken away.

My eyes open and a man is there, carrying me, smelling strongly of dog.

He takes me and dumps me in a dumpster, and I’m surrounded by trash, smelling rancid. I throw up.

I try to get out, but I can’t get find the strength.

I died there.