Sometimes I wish I never met him. I wish I could go back and erase the past. The flash of light- the laughter. It surrounds me. He towers over me. I am helpless and hopeless. I am 15. I am stuck. I felt my body become hot even though it was a cold November night. He slid his hands inside of me, not just his hands. My cries echoed, they laughed. He yanked me to my feet and pushed me against the wall. Fear and embarrassment was all I felt. I tried to ignore the sharp pain inside of me. I silently wept afraid to speak. This stranger I met yesterday was now touching, hurting me. His friends giggling in the bushes. My hair was in a bun with strand of hair covering my face. Tears crept down my face. He dropped me on the floor as his friends ran up and high fived him. His blue eyes- I could never forget,
I was in love.