I just heard that someone really close to me got violated and I just… writing is how I vent.
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I-I was the school sweetheart.
The girl who could do no wrong.
I couldn't hurt a fly. Let alone another human being.
I had felt it. Felt the throbbing pain of hurt. My vision blurred and had gone red. I had held my temples and I was trying to avoid the physical contact. Trying to avoid what had happened right in front of my eyes. What had happened by my own hands. What I had consciously done to physically harm another person.
Where had all my self-control gone? Why did I let it get so far?
I let the chilly silver cuffs clasp around my wrists and crystal teardrops fell from my closed eyes.
"She didn't mean it! She was provoked!"
"No… I wasn't. Just stop before it gets worse. Ok?" I mumbled silencing my friend.
My heartbeat slowed to defined harsh thuds against the inside of my chest. My stomach was practically dragging on the floor. I was sick with myself. What did I do? I know what I did. I knew what I was doing while I was doing it.
Feeling the blood hardening and becoming crustier on my knuckles, I sobbed harder. I couldn't believe what I had let it come to.
Yes. Yes, he was mine. Yes, we were dating. Yes, I loved him. Yes. I would do all in my power to protect his heart and soul and mind.
So now what was I doing? Breaking and hurting all three at the same time.
I shook my head. Wishing I could take it all back. Whishing I had never done the things that I had. What was wrong with me?
I stumbled to the floor and cried out as hands roughly dragged me back up and pushed me forward to make me walk.
"…you have the right to remain silent." Great. I hurt someone and then I go off and ignore an officer. I truly was despicable.
Don't hate me, I silently begged him as we passed and looked into those beautiful eyes, please don't hate me. I did it for you.
I couldn't believe that I had done something so vile. I felt my lip curl in disgust as I caught sight of myself in a window. My shirt and skirt covered in scarlet blood fading into a darker less attractive color. Well, I had done it. There was no going back.
I had punched her in the nose.
I had punched her in the temple.
I had watched her fall limply to the ground, unconscious.
I had smiled when I saw the blood that had covered me. Her blood.
I had thought she deserved it.
I had thought it was unavoidable.
I had called her a nasty name.
I had caused damage.
I had caused physical harm on my own account and purposely.
I had done the crime and now I had to pay the time.
'Public disturbance' I believe some one had called it. Among other charges.
"Why did you choose a prissy rich girl like her? You could have had me." She had asked. Brushing her hand up his leg as he gave her a weird look. A look of disgust.
"In case you haven't noticed, you're rich too." I had sneered.
"Yeah but at least Im attractive." She declared reaching over to turn his head, and proceeded to kiss him.
I snarled and dragged her out of her seat by her hair and gave her a right hook. Then a left. I had laughed.
How had I found humor in that situation?
I sighed and ducked into the cop car.
Why on earth did I punch Sparkle for putting her hands on Hamtaro?
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Wow. I feel loooooaaaaads better! Thanks for reading. I hope it was enjoyable. In case you didn't figure it out or notice, it was from Bijous perspective. Yes, yes. Sweet innocent little Bijou Ribon punched the despicable Sparkle.
SandyxMaxwell4ever signing off!
