As the heavens opened, the cool droplets rapidly seeped beneath the protection of my clothing and brought an unwelcome chill to my skin. The winds pulled at me from every angle and tried to tear the shawl away from me that I clung to in a desperate attempt to keep my face concealed. The night was slowly coming to an end and the first of the birds began to sing, although to me the night had not ended, it never will. My thoughts reside in a forest of darkness, in nature and in morality. The evil that occurred there but hours ago. I fear the day will never truly rise for me again for I cannot imagine my thoughts to be anywhere but in the darkness of that night. The same darkness that lingered in his eyes as they bore into mine with a ravenous desire. I feel him even now within me, forcing himself into every crevice of my being, touching all those places that were once mine, now his. The pain that ripped through me when I awoke, the sickly moment of realisation, not at his invasion but foremost, my complete vulnerability to him. His hands pinned mine to the earth below as his face buried into my neck. I couldn't run, I couldn't scream, the fear had overcome me and paralysed my entire being. My body was motionless, my throat now too sore to allow but a shattered breath to leave my lips as he withdrew from me. As children, should an evil attempt to strike us, should a fellow child taunt us, to run is to escape and find solace. Such consolidation I shall not find. I run now but in my heart I know that I may forever spend my days running from this cursed mark upon my soul, this blackened, tarnished and ugly soul that resides within me now and yet it will continue to fester and bleed. My innocence, my purity has been taken from me and wherever he is at this moment, he drags it behind him in the dirt and the filth of that forest. There it shall lay and now what future I had descends into the shadows, never to arise again.