Hands, not mine, touching, caressing, fondling. Fingers gripping and fingertip lingering.

"Stop. Don-don't touch me." Is this real?

Vaporous exhale reeking of booze burning up my nose. The emptiness of my stomach churns violently, splashing and reaching for air.

"I told you don't touch me" Oh god.

A graze across my butt and years of mom's forced classes of karate kick in. My knee jerks into the softness between a man's legs.

"Please!" Please don't.

Someone grabs my hair and I'm too shocked that this, this is happening to me. All those stories and warnings not to walk alone they were said as if they were the last words of my parents, teachers, school speakers and I ignored them all, here I am.

"Let me go! Sto-stop" This isn't real.

I'm sorry mom, I'm so sorry that the last thing you heard about me was the car accident. I'm so so so sorry dad for not making an effort to reconnect all these years or even hours ago when I had the chance. Oh god.

"STOP! Please!" This is a dream.

I can't die here. I can't let this happen to me. I try to crawl away but my fingers only scrape the black pavement whilst their hands, their filthy, filthy hand grab and pull.

"GOD, please I don't-" It was supposed to be special!

It's happening. I lost my virginity to a stranger, I want to die their sin crammed into me as if I'm a priest. I can't scream, my mouth stuffed. Vision blurred with tears, all I can see is my bloody hand and hand-me-down purse.

". . ." This is real.

Purse. There's something.

"." I'm being raped.

Pepper spray! There's the pepper spray dad gave me. I reach for my purse, none of them notice. my nails scrape across the metal in my hurry to grab it. The next few moments are a blur.

"Tsssshhh" I would've never guessed freedom sounds like hairspray.

Cracked cement under my vans keeps me aware that I am alive, that I am disheveled and running across Port Angeles. My phone was broken in the struggle, my body is throbbing in pain. I hear someone scream and I press on harder.

"Angela. Jessica. Angela. Jessica. Get to them. Angela. Jessica. Restaurant." Safety, they are safety.

Time passes as if I'm in a dream. Is this what it's like to be in shock? My run is slowing, my feet feel the burdern Atlas alone had to bare. My knees jolt as they smack the pavement, my shoulders are hunched as I barf the vile contents of my stomach.

"Bella? Where- Oh my god! Bella are you okay? Jessica call the police now!" Angela?

"Safe?" Am I safe?

"Yes, Bella you're safe. Oh lord, is that blood?" Angela.

"Blood, and pepper spray hurts. Angela, call my dad. So sorry. Tired. So, so tired Angela."

My adrenaline must be running out, am I crashing?

Something, rather someone touches my shoulder and I flip. My hands snaps out and I scramble to crawl away.

"NO! Don't touch me. Not again, please." I gasp, it feels like the world crashed on my lungs.

"Oh my god Ang." I hear Jessica faintly

The world's so clear now; the rain pouring down on the shop, lights softly reflect on it's windows, cars vooming by in small successions of purring engines, Jessica grabbing Angela shoulders, while on the phone.

"Angela, I'm sorry. I just-." I lamely trail off, limply my hand raises towards her hand that I'd just slapped.

"Its okay Bella." She sounds so sad, I can see the pain in her face.

"I called the police, an ambulance is on it's way here. Do you, do you want to tell us what happened? You don't have to but-" Jessica's surprisingly sensitive rambling is cut short by the blaring ambulance. Finally.