Shampoo147: Okay, I don't own A Clcokwork Orange.
Ayame: I'm so sorry that this isn't that good. I'm not very good at the whole victim's point of view thing.
'Stop, please stop stop stop stop stop no no no no no no'
I could feel the tears falling over my face, down, sides; they moved me so frequently. My throat was raw, burning so incessantly. I didn't even have the release of screaming with this gag choking me.
"I'm singing in the rain.
Just singing in the rain
What a glorious feeling
I'm happy again"
I could feel that beast push into me, ripping my very being with ever thrust.
'Get away, stop stop, leave, no, please'
My throat and eyes burned terribly with a crying they wouldn't let me release.
Their laughter screamed into my hair, brutish, over and over.
'Stop it, please stop'
"I'm laughing at the clouds
So dark up above"
"How are you doing today?" My nurse asked as she pulled off a breakfast tray and settled it before me.
"Fine." I say bitterly. How could she ask such a thing? She already knew that I wasn't okay, not after . . . after . . . that.
The nurse flinched before smiling and leaving, probably complaining about me.
I sniff, knowing that she would never understand. She wouldn't understand that ripping sensation in both my vagina and throat as that thing pushed into me. She would never understand how my very being was torn as they laughed.
"The sun's in my heart
And I'm ready for love
Let the stormy clouds chase
Everyone from the place"
That song, that voice, echoed in my head every night, every moment. I would wake at night and hear it echoing in the corridors. They wouldn't understand how I would throw myself out of bed and shrink into a corner, sure that it would be before me, singing and dancing, laughing again. How very real its very image is to me.
"Come on with the rain
I've a smile on my face
I walk down the lane
With a happy refrain"
I pull the newspaper before me, "Cat Lady Murdered!" the headline screamed. I frowned, reading the article.
The poor woman, simply minding her own business in her own home and a pretty bastard comes in and kills her, for no reason whatsoever. Admittedly, there is something that bothers me, it says that the boy didn't even try to protest his innocence, simply pleading guilty to his crime.
I brush it away, maybe the boy realized that he couldn't get out of this one.
Sniffling, I return to my breakfast, realizing that I would never understand the boy, the Cat Lady, or even my nurses. I would never understand their own pains, or their own dreams.
Just as they'll never understand my pain of having Its life growing inside of me.
"And I'm singin'
Just singing in the rain."