My English teacher taught me a weird writing style and told me to try it out and practice, no names are mentioned it the writing style so it 'encourages readers to use imagination'. - Annie x
She sits in the corner of the room, it's been twenty minutes now and the attack still doesn't seem real. She looks away upon hearing someone stand in the doorway and question what had happened, the figure in the doorway comes closer and holds out his hand. The woman looks away, not wanting anyone to know what had happened. The man moves closer and puts the hand on her shoulder,
'I think I know what happened…' he says while looking into her eyes.
'Don't touch me' is all she can manage as a reply,
slowly, he moves his hand and whispers 'sorry'.
A while goes by before the man speaks again, 'home?' he asks and waits for his reply.
She nods and stands up, ignoring the hand he holds out for her,
'It's going to be ok' he reassures her while they walk out to his car.
He gets in the car after her and starts to drive to his house which had also become hers over the past few weeks, he looks over and sees her staring out the window.
'You know I won't hurt you, don't you?' he asks as the house comes into view, she nods in reply and continues staring.
He parks the car and gets out before going to her side and opening the passenger door,
'Thanks' she says and steps onto the pavement.
He follows her to the front door before getting a key and unlocking it, she walks inside and makes her way over to the now familiar sofa. He waits a while then enters his house and closes the door,
'How ok are you from one to ten?' he asks before thinking stupid question.
She stands up and walks over to him, 'Zero' she says before crying into his shoulder.
'Hm' he mumbles, unsure of what to say.
She looks up and says 'Please don't leave',
he hugs her and kisses her head, 'I'm not going to leave you' he states.
A few minutes pass and he speaks, 'People say a problem shared is a problem halved, you can tell me anything if you want to'.
She takes a deep breath before uttering three words: 'I was raped',
he stares in disbelief as his mind refuses to accept it. He wants to question more but tells himself not to, instead, he notices the fear in her eyes. Glazed over like newly cut glass is the only way to describe such intense fear, she reaches out and wraps her arms around him, he does the same.
'You'll be ok with me' he tells her, she nods, believing every word of it.
