Disclaimer: I do not own these characters; they are of the minds of Kathy Reichs, Fox, Josephson Entertainment and Far Field Productions.

Lights flashed and blurred in her vision as she slowly opened her baby blues. Their lids felt heavy and swollen as she took in her bright surroundings, her first conscious intake of breath racking her lungs and sending pain shooting up her spine. The world was too bright, it's colors too vivid and it's shapes too dull and blurred. She couldn't figure out where she was. Heat blared down on her and a nearly unbearable stench danced into her nostrils as she took deep, paining breaths. Closing her eyes once more she tried to stop the pounding that seemed to shake her head.

Slowly opening her eyes once more the world came into focus. To the left of her arose a tall brick wall, an identical figure standing at her right. She lay on something lumpy and slick, the smell emitting from the shiny black that lay beneath her. Moving to sit up she screamed, a nauseating pain cascading down her back and sliding through her intestine and abdomen into her chest and stomach. Dropping back down she turned over, vomit meeting concrete before she could register her reaction to the pain. Picking up her right hand to wipe her mouth it felt heavy and limp, the fingers purple and swollen. Still looking towards the ground she realized her bed was made of garbage bags, her resting place being an ally.

Trying to sit up once more she bit her lips, tolerating the pain in the pursuit of answers. Out of breath, she waited to stand up. Flapping in the breeze above her, a close line connected the two buildings, a shirt, pair of underwear, trousers and a pair of jeans hanging from the line. The garments set off a slight tingle of a memory. Looking down at her body she found it beaten and exposed, her shirt up around her neck, her breasts exposed and her bra missing. Blushing she pulled the shirt down to find her jeans down around her ankles, her underwear around her knees. Her thighs and stomach were bruised, her pelvic area bloodied and swollen. Her underwear was blood soaked and steamers of red covered her jeans.

Oh My God

Taking in a deep breath she tried to stand, pulling up her undergarments and jeans as she did so. Taking a step foreword she stumbled, her hands scrapping against the rough and dirtied concrete, each hand leaving a dull, red print on the grey surface. A loud crackle and thud sound reached her ears as she watched the small cell phone fall from her jeans pocket. Picking it up, she stood once more, this time with the support of the brick wall to the right of her. Following it to the street she inhaled deeply, a loud pop sounding in her back accompanied by a whimper. There were no cars in sight and she had no keys. Looking down at the cell phone in her hands she bright it to her ear. Shaking her head she brought it down again. Call Ange. She can come pick you up. Dialing the number she held it once again to her ear, this time a loud ring sounding, followed by a click.

"Bren?!" a frantic voice called.

"Ange, I need you to come get me."

"Oh My God Bren! Where the Hell have you been?!"

Looking around she spotted a street sign "At the corner of Alice and Smith."

"Bren I tried calling you, I even went to your house! If you were going to ditch me you could have at least told me you were busy."

"Just come and get me Ange." Her voice cracked and sounded odd to her.

"Tempe, are you drunk? Ughh... I'll be there in five minutes."

"Thanks" she hung up the phone, placing it back into her pocket. Starring down the street she watched as a dark green mini van whizzed by. Sucking in air she could barely hold herself up, her heart pounding, and her mouth becoming dry as it hit her, all of the pain seemed to come back at once, the memory burning in her eyes as she watched it all happen again.

I was raped.

A/n: I apologize for the graphic-ness.