Title: How it Happend

Summary: Ever wonder how I got my indefinite death sentece? Well….I'll tell you.

Category: Angst/Drama

Rating: Mild R for sexual content, violence, and language.

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I am in the waiting room of St. Mark's hospital right now. I can't stop thinking about what has happened to me. I don't want to believe that it has happened at all. I really don't think that I have the courage to walk up there and say something, but I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I don't. I just wish that the bleeding would stop and I could just get on with my life. But it doesn't and I don't think I'll ever be able to get on with my life.

The woman next to me is staring at me and the blood staining my skirt and my seat. She also takes a look at the many scrapes and cuts that are visible. My pale-colored skirt is bunched up and my shirt is sitting askew on my shoulders. Her eyes increase in size and she then returns to reading her magazine, mumbling under her breath.

She didn't realize that I understood when she called me a "puta barata" or "cheap whore". Of all the things she could have said about me, she doesn't even know me. That's it, I have got to go up to the receptionist now or I never will.

I got up from my chair with trouble, since my legs were sore from running here and earlier acts that I was apart of. My body is willing against my brain, but I slowly and shakingly walk up to the receptionist and stop right in front of her. She looks up at me and kindly asks. "What can I do for you dear?"

I try to gain some composure and confidence to tell her. "A man that….that…" I think to myself should I tell the truth or hide the fact that I knew my rapist I've never met before just…he just…" The tears start to silently flow down my cheeks and I rush to wipe them with the back of my hand. "I was raped. Will you please help me?" I plead to her.

"Okay first I need to know your name." She said with an empathetic smile.

"Marcela Jocelyn Marquez."

"Alright please wait here and I will be back in few seconds."

I nodded and was proud of what I had done. Now all I have to wait for her to come back. I want to but I can't turn around and face the women that called me a whore. And I don't want to have to see the faces of the curious people in the waiting room. If I turn around I am going to be so very embarrassed. Everyone is going to see the blood running down my legs and the still growing stain on my skirt.

I keep telling myself to calm down. Just go back and sit down next to the evil woman from before, maybe she'll feel bad from what she said to me.

As I turned around I started to feel extremely light headed and my body felt so weak. All I remembered is five people coming near me as I collapsed to the floor.

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When I lost consciousness, I saw his face again; it was so clear. The memory flooded back, and the switch-blade knife appeared, gleaming in his hand. The low-life, sick, twisted, sadistic bastard, who decided that my rape was on his agenda, but it wasn't on mine, smiled a cheap grin in my direction.

Rape has to be the most terrible thing for a young woman to live through. And the fact that I have to see him everyday repulses me more than anything.

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"Marcela..Marcela... Wake up for me please." Came the calm voice of the receptionist I spoke to earlier.

"Hmm?" I mumbled. Then I realized my surroundings. "What happened?" I managed to ask her.

"You passed out for a few moments and started seizing for a moment. Do you feel okay?"

"Okay, but my legs feel a bit woozy."

"Alright, we've got to get you out of here and into an examination room."

Oh no, everyone saw me collapse go into a shaking spell. They all probably think I'm a heroine addict going through withdrawal. I just couldn't look at anyone once I started to feel ashamed of myself for letting this happen to me. I never should have let him take advantage of me, I should have fought back. Slowly, but surely the tears that pricked at the corner of my eyes made there way down my cheeks in thin lines until I was silently sobbing to myself.

"Shh. Stop you crying Marcela, you'll be okay once we've taken care of you. Alright?"

I wiped my eyes on the sleeves of my sweater and slowly got to my feet. "Please…please call me Mimi."

"Alright then Mimi, follow me."

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A/N: All the RENT characters belong and always will to Jonathan Larson. I just own the little plot bunny guy that is being held captive in my head until another one decides to hop into my head.

Roger:Maybe they'll get together and start a whole pack of little plot bunnies.
Collins:We can only hope.
Mimi: Who said you guys are allowed to make idioticconversation in MY story?
Roger: Noone did but we sort of got bored after we tied Mark to his bed.
Mimi/blackfly: You did what?
Roger: Hey hey I told you we were bored.
Mimi: While I go untie Mark blackfly is going to start the next chapter.
blackfly: Yeah I'll do that.

A/N2: I really want your feedback on this story, I know the chapter is short but they get longer as it goes on.

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