AN: Randomness, I know. Another angsty little tidbit from me. Did you expect anything else?
Disclaimer: I own nothing. The story is based on a line from the song "Somewhere is Here" from the musical King of Hearts. Snipes belongs to Disney.
Excellent Reasons
None of them know. How could they? After all, it's not like I'm about to shout it out to everyone. To them I'm just Snipeshooter, the kid with the attitude and mouth; I guess that description fits nearly all of us, though.
Nevertheless, I have to hide my sobs at night. That's when the memories hit me the worst. During the day, I keep myself busy, but at night I've nothing to do but think.
I heard once that everything happens for excellent reasons. What the hell kind of reason is there to rape a ten-year-old kid?
I was young, and really didn't know any better. The older man certainly seemed nice, and I was always looking for some extra money; he offered to pay me two dollars just to visit with him for an hour or so. Good God! I really had no idea about the world. I followed him, and he took me up to a nice room in a nice house.
Then he proceeded to forcefully strip me and rape me. I was in tears. He hit me and told me to stop crying. I tried, but I still sniffled and he hit me again. And again.
I think I finally blacked out, because the next thing I remember, I was lying naked in an alley near the house, my clothes in a heap nearby. I never got those two dollars he promised me.
If there really is some kind of grand design, what did I do to deserve this?