Hit the Floor.

I see you walking home alone and your face is alive and bright but you can't see how weak you are 'cause I could end this tonight.

Tap, tap. Tap, tap. Tap, tap. My high heels click against the sidewalk in their own happiness. Tap, tap. Tap, tap. Tap, tap. Sigh. This night was exactly what I needed to relieve all the stress exams had brought. Week after week after week of studying with seemingly no end could only be solved with bottle after bottle after bottle of alcohol, loud rave music, and hot, sweaty people all aiming for the same release. Somewhere in the crowd I lost my friends but I am used to walking home alone, I don't live far from our favourite bar, I just have to cut through the industrial park a few streets away from my own.

It's the feeling you get when you think that someone behind is watch you, well, I can tell you now that person is me and I'm about to make it right.

Tap, tap. Tap, tap. Tap, tap. The clicks of my heels against the ground echo through the abandoned park. Tap, thud. Tap, thud. Tap, thud. I am not alone. There is someone here with me. Tap, thud. Tap, thud. Tap, thud. Are they following me ? Ugh. A shiver just ran down my spine. I never noticed how creepy this park was until now. There are many shadows hiding those who do not want to be seen in the moonlight. Tap, thud. Tap, thud. Tap, thud. I'm sure it is just no one. Just a silly drunk man, barely able to walk. But why isn't he stumbling ? I am afraid and still dizzy from the smoke and alcohol. Ta-, thud. Ta-, thud. Ta-, thud.

I creep up from behind, touch your neck, move down your spine. You take a look and breathe so sharp, just a matter of time.

I can feel him behind me, hear his breath and footsteps getting closer, faster. I need to escape. Gasp ! I can feel his warm, sweaty hand trail down my exposed neck and back. There is no doubt in his intention. I need to escape. I try to run but he is there, grabbing my arm, hand over my mouth, pulling me into the darkest of shadows. My feet drag on the ground, the sound like fingers on a chalkboard to my panicked ears. My mind blacks for a moment as I can feel clothing ripped off parts of my body. The cold air bites at my warm skin, reminding me to stay awake, to fight. His hand is still in my mouth as he forces himself into me. I can`t see his face through my bleeding tears.

``Don`t scream,`` I ask of you but then you let one out so now it`s time to go.

His hand pulls from my mouth for a quick moment so he can support himself as he violates me. I take my chances like heroin to an addict. A blood curdling scream erupts from my chest, my throat, my soul. Though I cannot see much I can feel his alarm, his anxiety. It is his turn to need an escape, his turn to feel the raging fear.

I come down on you like a ton of bricks, all over, so it`s time to go.

He finishes what he came for then collapses on my body, not allowing me to breathe under his weight. Is he going to murder me ? He lifts himself up, quickly running away while pulling his clothing back on. He stays in the shadows but by now my screams refuse to cease.

Why do you take it all ? Why do I beg for more ? I never thought this is how I`d hit the floor.

I, too, pull my clothing back on and run out to the nearest street. I left my cell phone at home, dead and on my nightstand. I stopped the first car to cross my path and together we moved through the motions. Call the police, go to the hospital, go through the police interviews, arrange for a therapist.

Take this from me. I don`t wanna hurt you.

He will be caught.

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The child will not be mine. I cannot take care of the devil.

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* Italics: Hit the Floor -- Bullet for my Valentine.