Lock the door, and throw away the plea…

The room was so big, at first. But then there was me, and then you, and your hands and the walls and it was terribly, terribly small…

You took something from me.

Your hands were so big, mine so small…if my hands had been bigger, I could have stopped you. I would have bullied you like you bullied me. I would have won, and you would have let me go.

You took something to me.

I fucking said no. You put your hands on me anyway…rough hands and sheets smelling of sweat and I knew you'd done this many times before but I FUCKING SAID NO!

You took something from me.

Your small room and your big hands and they're everywhere and I fucking said no and yet here we are and all your weight is on top of me and I can't breathe and I'm sinking into your mattress…and even with my eyes shut tight, I know yours are open.

You took something from me.

And I fought and bit and screamed…broke every one of my fingernails trying to get you away from me. And I spit in your face and you just pushed harder and oh my god it hurt…

Lock the door, and throw away the plea…you took something from me.

And I fucking want it back. One way or another, you're gonna pay it back.

A/N: this is in no way written from personal experience. I know that is a total contradiction of what I wrote in my profile about writing and experience, but I was sitting in my maths class and the words just came. x