I was reading a book on the experiences of different people when they were raped, and I couldn't stop myself from shivering and feeling so very ashamed and empty. I couldn't smile and was sad and depressed for the entire morning. So this sudden thought triggered my mind and I wrote this story.
Note: The title of the story 'Torn tears' indicates that even the tears were torn and brutally tortured by the incident it was that very deep
Torn tears
Akihiko looked at the naked body on the street, bruised and tortured. The red streaks dug on the pale skin leaking blood and the innocent face plastered with a tear-jerking expression of hurt and lose was making his heart clench in pain. His eyes moved lower and he felt dizzy and nauseating when he looked at the enormous amount of blood coating the inside of the thighs of the teenage boy and drenching the white floor underneath. The boy was probably dead. He couldn't stand anymore. He was scared; he was feeling so weak….
Akihiko entered his house but the picture of the raped boy deserted on the roadside and surrounded by the police was still fresh in his mind. He looked at Misaki cooking and couldn't stop his tears from falling down his cheeks.
'Usagi-san what happened?'
Akihiko hugged Misaki tightly and tried to stop his heart beating so furiously.
'Misaki stay with me.'
Misaki knew the food would be burning soon but he didn't care. He hugged the trembling figure and waited for Akihiko to smile again.
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