Paint a picture with your blood. Watch it drip off the paper.
Now take your hand and wipe off the mud.
Do not listen to the screaming in your head that keeps saying rape her. Stay away from the windows, for he may see you. Do not listen to your self. Quit saying your worthless. It can not be your fault. You did nothing wrong. But inside your head, everything keeps playing back like a song. He did what he wanted then left you for dead. When someone stumbled across you, they found you naked, bruised, and covered in red. That person called for help, then sat and wondered what he should do. Not knowing it, he helped more than anyone else could of helped you. You asked him to fetch a peice of paper. He told your story when you could not, for you were underground, beginning to rot.
