Touch
It's that moment of trust that turns on you
And becomes something dangerous
And scary
Hands are put on either side of you.
And you glance over to the door.
Locked.
Now there's no escape at all.
The heart inside of you beats rapidly, picking up speed.
Body becomes weak.
Vulnerable.
Limbs begin to tremble uncontrollably
And you take in a breath, finally realizing what's about to happen.
Right then and there, you suddenly feel cornered...frightened.
It's just you two.
Alone.
"Stop, what are you...-?"
"I'm not going to stop."
Pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure.
And then you're trapped, held into place by forceful hands.
You beg and beg but it doesn't seem as if he hears you.
"Th-...this isn't like you...you wouldn't do this...!"
"You don't know me."
Stripped of everything, including confidence, pride, and dignity.
I think you know what happens next.
Screams fill the night, only to be silenced by those forceful...yet
gentle hands.
And somehow those screams are hushed,
frightened away by human desire,
and kneaded into something...
unwanted.
You're enjoying this.
When it's all over, you lie there next to the person you once
admired
respected
loved.
"I thought...I thought you were my friend...I really thought-"
"I'm sorry."
And before the door closes
A soft voice whispers
"I love you."
So how was it? Hate it? Love it? Please review and share you thoughts. I know this isn't your everyday average layout for a story, but that's why it's called poetry. The inspiration I got for this story was actually consisted of many Laven and Yullen fan fictions, not by personal experiences. Thank you for taking the time to read this, and please review! This is my first -Man story!
This will be updated very soon.
