Monday, 16 January 2012
02:36:08 AM (GMT)
It started like this.
It was usually a nice room, two beds, one for a young girl, one for her brother. a
closet, with two hanging bars.
There was never much light, though, it was always a bit dim.
Two people were in this house with this room. they were both in that room.
One was on the girls bed, her bed, a confusing blend of feelings in her.
The other was on the girls bed, on her. there was a pressure, a heat, horrible
sensations she did not understand.
His face, over hers. his mouth, on hers.
Him bearing down, pushing onto her whole body, in some places more than others.
His hands, on her, exploring, pushing, so little knowledge, so much power.
So much pain.
So much darkness.
So much heat, burning into her, charring her, searing everything into her brain.
She remembers the exact way he kissed her - if you could call it that.
She remembers the way they never fit together right.
She remembers the hand on her shoulder, guiding her and keeping her under control.
She remembers the sound of heavy breathing, the sound of jeans zipper against jeans
She doesn't remember anything before this, but she remember this, in perfect detail.
And he has no idea she remembers.
But she does.
She remembers this, and every time after.
Except for what happened after the zippers came down..
But I'm not sure i want to.