AN: Part two, and most likely the last part for this one.
POV ONE - 'good girl'
My family tells me that the painful part is over. That it's in the past now, I've got to start looking forward. But that's where they're wrong. They can't seem to get it through their heads that they're part of the reason I can't move forward. They're treating me like a piece of glass. Like I'm gonna break if they breathe too hard on me. And I think in a way that might hurt more than the rape itself.
I want to stop being a victim, but I can't until they stop treating me like one. They won't leave me alone in a room for more than a minute. It's like they think that I'm going to have a psychotic break if I don't have someone watching me. How in the world do they expect me to get back to normal if they don't start treating me like normal?
If I thought that the rape was payback... then I don't know what you'd call this...
Payback just keeps getting more and more complicated.
POV TWO - 'street smart'
Sometimes I wish I lived a different life. I've even made up a whole life in my head, not that I'd admit it to anyone. But I wish I have parents who gave a damn about me, or a sibling to rant with. But I don't, all I have is this pathetic life that I lead. Not even a life, more like an existence.
I wish I had someone to cry with, because of what happened. But I can't afford to be a victim on the streets. That would be worse than blood in shark infested water. I'm really starting to feel suffocated here, though.
It's just wrong though. I've seen the typical all American families. With their rebel teenagers walking around with their headphones blaring. Trying, and failing, to be badasses.
They think they have it so goddamn rough. That their parents are unfair cause they won't let them have the stupid videogame that they "need", even though they already have fifty of them. I wish like hell I had parents who'd buy me one frickin' videogame.
I thought that the rape was my penance... that it was as bad as it could get.
I was dead wrong.