Monday, 15 April 2013

I object to violence because when it appears to do good, the good is only temporary. The evil it does is permanent. (Gandhi)

“Get off of me!” I demanded.

He laughed, not a jovial laugh, it was sinister and frightening. I was trapped. I screamed but he cupped his hand over my mouth. His hand was as dirty as his apartment. He tried to pry my dress off with a single hand. I bit his hand and used that glimpse of time to breakaway. I couldn’t get my legs free but I called out: help, help, help! I felt like I was suffocating as I struggled to get free. I fought and screamed until a firm fist to the face knocked me out cold.

I woke up in the hospital.  

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