Why would someone want to ruin MY life? Me, plain little Sylvia Black. I can barely wrap my head around the idea. I never imagined that someone would want to hurt me like this. But I guess someone did.
It was October 29th. The moon was full and the sky was clear. I was walking home from a night out with my girlfriends. We had gone to local movie theater and then went over to abandoned warehouse to play spin the bottle with some of my friend Abigail's friends. I was arguing with my mother over the phone because it was ten minutes past my curfew. I had just hung up when out of the shadow, something grabbed me. I was pulled against my attacker's chest. I attempted to scream, but he covered my mouth. Quickly, I chomped down on his hand. He let go in a yelp of pain and I ran as fast and hard as I could. Unfortunately, it wasn't enough. Within a few blocks distance, the attacker caught up with me. He grabbed me from behind and slammed me down to the ground. My shoulder made contact with the concrete hard and I had to fight hard to keep myself from crying out. Before I knew it he was on top of me, pinning me to the ground. I tried to fight off my assailant but before I could even attempt to, he slammed me hard over the head. The last thing I remember before I blacked out is seeing part of his wispy blonde hair with the light from the street lamp.
When I woke up afterwards, I was in a building unknown to me. I was lying down on a couch wrapped in a fuzzy purple blanket. I recognized the blanket from somewhere but I couldn't remember where. I looked down at myself and realized that I was wearing clothes that were totally foreign to me. Now I was really freaking out! But then my "Aunt" Jen came out of the kitchen. I knew I recognized that blanket! (She's not really my aunt but I call her that anyway.) When I asked her why I was there, she told me that she had been walking home from the supermarket when she found me. She said I was just lying there in the concrete unconscious. My clothes were ripped to shreds and covered in blood and I was still bleeding. Aunt Jen said that she threw down her groceries, picked me up and ran me all the way to the hospital. There they did a bunch of tests to see what may have caused the bleeding. The answer was almost slapping them in the face, but they did the tests anyway.
I asked Aunt Jen what had happened to me. She told me and I just sat there and stared at her in disbelief. I thought I had misheard what she said. But when she repeated her previous statement, I knew she was telling the truth. I just broke down and cried while my aunt held me in her arms. The sick cold truth was that I was raped.
What the heck am I supposed to do with my life now? Even before this happened, I was always an outcast. What will people think when they find out? I was even afraid to tell my one mother. That night when I came home from Aunt Jen's, she would barely look at me until I told her where I had been. Then her face had softened and she went to bed. The only reason I am not in school today is because I convinced my mother to let me stay home by telling her that I felt like I was going to fall to the ground like a rock every time I moved. After she left, I took every precaution necessary to make sure this would never happen again. I locked all three deadbolts on the door and double checked them...TWICE. Then I moved on to the windows and when those were locked and the shades were drawn, I decided to lie down on the couch. I attempted to close my eyes and take a nap. I desperately needed the rest, but every time I tried to fall asleep my thoughts took me back to that terrible day. Frustrated, I jumped out of bed, grabbed my coat and ran out of the house. I needed to go someplace where I could be alone. I ran to the old abandoned warehouse. But when I got there, I wasn't alone.
