Sam walked down the darkened street, it was absolutely silent. She always found it a bit unnerving walking home this way, but nothing had ever happened before so she tried to push it to the back of her mind. She normally walked home with Tom, but they weren't on the same shift today. They had become very close lately, but they weren't exactly boyfriend and girlfriend yet. They were just friends. She did like him though, but did he like her.
Sam was bought out of her thoughts when she heard footsteps behind her, she stopped, she turned around, but no one was there. Sam turned around and started walking again, her pace quicken. She could hear footsteps again and turned around. No one was there. She was nearly running now, her heart pounding inside her chest, she heard footsteps, but didn't turn around. 'It's just my imagination' she told herself, but she wasn't fooling anyone.
Suddenly she felt a hand on her shoulder, pulling her to the ground. She hit the floor and she was faced with a man in a balaclava. He was quite tall and his eyes were black. He was pulling off her clothes and she was trying to push him off, but he was too strong for her. When she started to struggle he grabbed her by the hair, pulled her off the floor and slammed her head against the wall and then let her fall back onto the floor. He was punching her in the stomach and tearing her clothes.
He had taken all her clothes off now and was pinning her wrists down on the ground. His knees were digging into her thighs.
It was over in minutes, but too her it felt like hours. Then he left her there in the freezing cold, naked, shivering.
After a while she realised she had to get home. She pushed herself up off the floor and reached for her clothes, she slowly and painfully got changed. It took at least ten minutes for her to pull her trousers and her coat on; she then pulled herself up off the floor and started to slow walk home.
It took Sam half an hour to get home, her muscles were aching and her head was pounding, she found the spare key under her doormat as she hadn't found the one that was in her pocket. She got inside and went straight to her bedroom. She took her clothes off and put her pyjamas on. Then she through the clothes she had worn that day in the bin. After that she went straight to bed, and cried herself to bed.
The next day she went to work like nothing had happened. But it had, and she would never forget it.