A/N: Hey guys I'm back… this is a very sorrowful story, but the events in this story do happen… in fact they were based on actual events, this is what happens when you've had to much to drink and your around people of the opposite sex that your not sure you can trust. This story was written at 3:00 AM and finished at 4:00 AM.

So this actually happend to me like 4 years ago XD but at the time i didn't have any intention on continueing the story but i've decided to which is why i'm writing this right now lol

Summary:She was standing there, the cold droplets of ran falling, pouring over her, but she stood there, numb. One would after running from someone she once trusted, someone she called a friend. "why was I so helpless?"

Disclamer: I do not own Cardcaptor Sakura, just this story

(kaodihf) normal

(kaodihf) memories

"kaodihf" speaking

Shattered

She was standing there, the cold droplets of liquid rain falling, pouring over her,

but she stood there, numb. One would after running from someone she once trusted,

someone she called a friend. The earge to scream was almost consuming. The taste of the

warm, intoxicating liquid was still fresh in the moist caverns of her mouth.

"What have I done? Why was I so helpless?"

The thoughts circling around inside her head, the image of him touching her,

haunted her. No he did not rape her, but the feeling of betrayal was still one in the same.

Falling to her knee's in the middle of her childhood playground, she cried, she

cried as the memories flooded back to her in a hurried haze.

She knew he liked her, but she thought she could trust him 'cause they were still

friends. She thought wrong, oh so very wrong.

The bitter tasting liquid hit her tongue making her almost cringe at the burn that

slipped down her throat. To her, after a while of drinking it, the taste of its bitterness was

almost sweet.

Her vision blurring, her speech slurring, she could feel his arm around her.

Though her other friends were around, he still hit on her not giving up, always beside her

running his cold fingers across hers, up her back and down her arm. He would tell

her that he would most likely make a move on her, but she usually has more control over

her body functions, and less of the bitter vodka she had earlier consumed.

She let the warm, salty liquid slip down her now colorless cheeks, slowly mixing

with the rain as she remembered her betrayed past.

When the room was filled with only the two he made his move. Pinning her down

he kissed her, made out with her though he knew she wasn't herself, he knew she loved

someone else. In her blurred and hazed judgment she didn't know what to do. After he

explored the inner caverns of her mouth she realized it was wrong.

"Get up" She almost ordered.

"Why?" He childishly asked. Getting scared she asked again with more force in her

voice. He moved, but reluctantly.

She felt she had just betrayed her other friends, though they were mad at each

other, her friend and this man were dating but on a pause with their year long

relationship. She thought they would get back together, she knew it wasn't a permanent

break up, she hoped they would get back together so that this man would leave her alone.

He was still all over her. Playing a game of truth or dare, all of them playing, he

would look for any excuse to get some articles of clothing off of her. Being as drunk and

feeling as sick as she did, she took off her shirt, her bra still on, not realizing what he was

trying to do.

His Cold hands slowly but sleazily crept across her pierced navel, and explored

the skin of her now bare mid-drift. Feeling uncomfortable, she pulled a blanket up for

security, but that small fabric of security was stolen.

"No hiding" Is what he said. One of her friends told him to stop taking advantage of her

because she was drunk, but he didn't.

He started to kiss her neck, even though she said for him to stop, he didn't. she

could feel the harsh hairs that grew on his face, glide across her skin. Shivering in

disgust she pushed on his forehead with the pale, shaky palm of her hand. She said for

him to stop with more force and the only thing he could… no… would reply with was that

childish, yet predatory

"Why?"

Finally managing to get him off, she put her shirt back on and kept as far from as

she possible could. His deep sapphire eyes kept their gaze on her, lusting at her, she

started to fear, she started to remember another time a guy had tried to take advantage of

her.

She left… Hearing her name being called by the deep, rough voice of her so

called "friend", she ran.

Running, she didn't know for how long but she was more dazed and felt more

vulnerable then before.

Jumping at the sound of thunder, she could feel the cool, liquid droplets start to

slowly fall on her fearful, tear stricken face. As the rain started to pour faster, harder, she

looked around only to realize where she was, and feel almost comforted.

Penguin Park had always been her silent get away when she was a small,

innocent child.

The rain washed over her, she hoped, prayed that it would take the horrid

memories of earlier that night with the rain droplets that slowly trickled off of her slightly

shivering frame.

She cried… Harder then ever before. She cried. What would have happened if she

had any more of that bitter liquid run down her throat? What would he have done if she

didn't stop him? What would have happened if the others weren't around?

Falling to her knee's, she clutched her arms, trying to regain back her strength that

the bitter, burning alcohol and the fear based running stole from her small frame.

The worst of it has yet to come, she would have to tell his "on-pause" girlfriend… she

didn't want this to happen, she didn't think she would drink so much, she most defiantly

didn't think that he would do something like this, they were supposed to be best friends.

Strength drained, she stayed there. She let the cold, falling liquid wash over her,

she let her tears fall of their own accord down her emotionally drained, colorless face.

This way if anyone walked by, they wouldn't know she was crying. She just prayed with

all the strength her broken spirit could muster up, that he wouldn't come looking for her.

Even if he did apologize, no amount of apologies would heal her, because what he

did wasn't right… HE had no right.

Now, because of him, she would be more cautious around people then she wants

to be, she would be slightly stricken with fear when someone would touch her. She wont

show it though, nor would she show her tears… not after she finished crying in this, rain

soaked park…she wouldn't let him think he won. She would avoid him, go cold when

she cant avoid him and he's around, go slightly stiff and emotionless every time someone

decided to mention his god forsaken name. That's how it would be now. no longer will

she be the bright, happy girl that was so kind to everyone.

So for now, on her knee's in her childhood reverie, she cried, she nearly

screamed, she let out every emotion she felt at that very moment… because after this

cold, wet, sorrowful night, she would be as cold as this night was, she would show

nothing she felt when he was around or when the people who forgave him were around.

She would show no smile, not a small glint of happiness in her once brightly

shimmering green eyes. 'cause all happiness she once held was shattered when her trust

was betrayed… again.

Gaining her complete trust would be difficult if not next to impossible to new

comers now. Her once easily gained friendship would be hard to gain.

All because this guy couldn't keep his cold, lecherous fingers and predator

sapphire eyes off of her. All because he wouldn't take no for an answer.

"Will there ever be a guy that wont do this to me? … Never am I drinking around men

again! It's not fair…"

One final tear slid down her pale, wet face, merging with the cool droplets the

rain had roughly placed on her shivering frame. One final tear was shed before she

became as emotionless as the rocks and small shards of sharp, broken glass that dug

deeply into her pale, numb legs.

Slowly standing on weaken, shaky legs, she walked to her house, where he

wouldn't be. She walked slowly, her vision still blurred if not more blurred then before,

her walk was anything but straight.

Out of that entire sight, the sight of a small, fragile looking teenage girl who

looked to be but 16 years of age, the most painful sight of it all wasn't her pale skin, her

wobbly lets or shaking body. No it wasn't the most obvious things, it wasn't those things

that would get a stranger to ask if she was ok… It was her eye's, those eyes that once

held happiness, those eyes that once showed every emotion she felt at the time she felt it,

were empty… No emotion showed in them anymore… not even the sadness that she felt

now, not one thing of what she was feeling would show through… not anymore.

She was decived. She was was alone.

She was like stone…

She was Shattered.

A/N: I really do hope that this doesn't happen to any of you…but just remember that you are not immune to these tragedy's. No one is… no matter how much you are trained in martial arts or self defense, you are not immune… cause I have been trained in martial arts and self defense… but alcohol can really mess with your judgment and sense of what is going on around you.

But if this does happen to you… TELL SOMEONE! Don't keep it to yourself…Don't you dare… people who do this are wrong, its not your fault and you DON'T…I repeat… DO NOT deserve this to happen to you… the people who do this will be punished if you tell someone… but if you don't tell anyone… they'll win….DONT LET THEM WIN!

Please review and tell me your new look on what could happen… tell me how you feel if you would like.