Page 231 of Nemesync
I knew it was too late when I felt such hopelessness that praying to God seemed like my only option.
No one will save you.
I hear a zipper and I know I will never survive this.
My brain just shuts down when I feel my jeans being pulled down.
He pushes me against the door and a pain explodes between my thighs.
Everything happened so quickly… I couldn’t stop him… I wanted to push him away… I couldn’t stop this.
A scream escapes my lips, involuntarily.
Tears streamed down my cheeks without ever stopping.
“I told you to fucking stop screaming!”
Stop, Zanae.
His hand covers my mouth forcefully, preventing me from reacting or even breathing correctly, as he continues to abuse me, to dirty my body.
My eyes close, I can no longer see Luna.
I can no longer see the reflection of my own face.
I can no longer see his hand, or his smile, in that small window.
I can’t scream, but it hurts, everywhere, even inside my head.
It hurts so much.
I hear him, but I’m dying, and I can’t say anything.
He finishes, and slaps me, pushes me on the ground as if I was useless now. He took my innocence away, my life away, and I feel empty, I feel dirty.
I can see the blood run on my thighs.
He killed me, even if I’m alive. I’m alone, crying, no screams, abused, bruised, dead.
But now he’s out, and the door is open.
Go save Luna, Zanae. Go!
I use every ounce of life essence in me to get up, put my jeans back on me, even if I can’t walk properly and open the door. I’m almost crawling; the pain between my thighs is excruciating. I feel like I could never walk again.
Luna is lying on the ground.
They’re smoking outside. As if nothing happened.
My best friend is unconscious on the ground, cheeks red, tears still running down her skin. Her blond hair is dirty. She’s hurt too.
Do it quickly Zanae!
I kneel in front of her, and put her head on my lap, stroking her hair even if she isn’t awake.
“I’m sorry.” I repeat, without stopping.
But they heard me, and came back, pushing me away from my best friend’s body.
