While still living with my friend, we were surprised one afternoon with a visit from a group of teenagers. They were down from my friend’s old high school and decided to stop by for a visit. I hung out with the group and seemed to quickly fit in. Later that day, I was coaxed back to the room I was staying in by one of the boys in the group. He said he wanted me to listen to a tape he had of a new music group. I naively agreed and followed him back.
Not long after the music started, I found myself pinned to the bed with a pillow over my face. The pain I felt over the next moment was as if I was being ripped in half. It only took an instant; I was stripped of my innocence and my dignity. When he was finished with me, he left, leaving me lying there in a pool of blood, shocked, and broken. Shame flooded over me as I gathered my clothes and snuck across the hall into the bathroom to clean up. Upon exiting my room, I could hear the group of teens laughing and carrying on in the other room as if life were a game.
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