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(A/N: All poems in this chapter are my original work, so please don't steal them)

My Most Painful Memory

Ch. 2

The loud music from the lower room traveled swiftly to Shiori's ears. She sighed deeply as she looked down at her half finished English assignment. She'd been working on it for an hour, and normally she would have had if finished.

Shiori slammed her textbook shut and looked at her clock. It was 10:30 pm! She stood up and stomped over her door. Throwing it open she made her way downstairs. Of course, she had to fight through a thick fog of smoke.

-Downstairs-

Shiori lingered on the last step, frozen in fear. The room was completely packed with people, and things lay broken all around. The potent smell of whiskey hung in the air, and almost everyone seemed to be holding a half empty bottle. There were couples crudely making out on the couch, while others were passing around a joint or snorting some white powder off of her parent's expensive glass coffee table.

One of the men, who appeared to be in his early twenties, saw her. He smirked a drunken smirk, and took another swig of his beer. Slowly, he walked toward her. He was obviously drunk, because he nearly fell over three times. Shiori stood wide-eyed like a deer in the headlights.

He casually leaned up against the wall and eyed her up and down. She had changed out of her uniform, and was now wearing a pair of denim shorts with a spaghetti strap tank top. Her hair was pulled back in a high ponytail.

"Hi," he said as smoothly as he could muster. The words seemed to place pressure on her face, because she tilted her head away from him. His eyes drifted hungrily over her once more as she took a step back up the stairs. "What's your name?" He tried to sound seductive, but only managed to gurgle.

He took a step up the stairs to follow her. "None of your business," she spoke softly, while the venom dripped sluggishly off her words. He was crowding her, so she took another step backwards up the stairs. She looked around hastily for her sitter, but she was nowhere to be found.

"Ah… Why so cruel?" His lips were now closer to her face. His breath was hot, and smelled of tobacco. The look on his face was a lazy emptiness, and it frightened Shiori. Cold shivers ran swiftly through her body stopping in the empty pit of her stomach.

Shiori jerked back and ran up the stairs. 'Why?' her mind screamed. Her feet pounded heavily on the stairs, followed by another. Shiori stumbled, but quickly recovered to finish her dash to her room.

She ducked into her room, and tried to lock the door, but the man was already there. He slammed the door open, causing Shiori to fall backwards onto the floor. She landed at the foot of her bed, and scrambled to find something to protect herself with. Franticly she grabbed her stuffed animals and through them at him, but he just knocked them away with a flick of his wrist.

Shiori reached for more ammunition, but there was no more. There was nothing. There was no one. All there was, was a man towering over her, and she was completely defenseless. He kneeled over her, and pinned her to the ground. Shiori struggled and kicked, but it was all in vain. He was too strong.

In the night she screamed for help, but her cries were lost in the loud ruckus from downstairs. No one heard her cry in the darkness as the moon peeked into her window. No one heard his laugh as he killed her innocents.

It was dark,

It was cold,

And the blood in the park

Was not very old.

My body was torn,

My spirit was worn

I was too weak,

Lost without breath

I could not speak.

I watched you commit your crime,

I watched you do it with perfect rhyme.

You killed me with your lust,

And watched me die with every thrust.

-Later-

Shiori walked painfully down the deserted dirt road. Her legs were covered in blood, and she was holding the top of her shirt. Her vision was blurry from tears and pain. 'Why…' her mind whispered as she fell to her knees. 'Why…' her mind whispered as she fell on her stomach. 'Why…' her mind whispered as her eyes drifted shut. 'Why…" her mind whispered, but she could not answer for she had gone far away. She'd locked herself away from the pain. Away from the memory of his smiling face blurred by her tears.

The morning would come, it was inevitable, but she would let herself awake to see it.

You killed me with your lust,

And watched me die with every thrust…