The
attempt was scary
I
shook the whole way
To the
hospital
With
the few friends you requested to see
The
nurses thought
I was…
your girlfriend
Your
mom was confused
When
she discovered the age difference
Six
years
The
age gap
I was
just your friend
I
could relate to the pain you felt within
You had
been through a lot
Brought
on by your mind
I
worried about you
Afraid
you would really take your own life
In the
fall
After
your “incident”
We grew
closer
You
even… stayed with me and my family once
The
night was so fun
We
laughed
My
family
They
thought you were eccentric
At the
end of the night
We lay
on the bed
Your
head in my lap
I
traced the scar on your wrist
You
were my friend
I
thought I was safe
There
were no alarms
Not a
reason to hesitate
On the
way home
You
were a little
I think
the word is
Spazzy
This
was the first time
I felt
unsafe
The
first time
I felt
afraid
At six
foot
Eight
inches
I saw
you as
A
cuddly teddy bear
But
today
You
morphed
You
became this
Monster
I sat
in the driver’s seat
You
next to me
The sun
shone brightly
Even
on that October day
I’m
not sure
What
caused the “break”
But
your demeanor
It
changed
Grabbing
the wheel
Shifting
us back and forth
I
begged you to stop
But
you continued
There
was an eerie
Chuckles
in your throat
A
frightening
Look
upon your face
When
you finally stopped
Tugging
the wheel
You
started
Tugging my shirt
I had
never been touched
The
way you attempted
Never
groped
In
this way
Your
hands pulling
At my
shirt
Your
fingers
Grazing
my breast
I asked
you to
Stop
With a
sheepish giggle
Because…
I thought you were playing
You
kept on
Pulling
up my shirt
Caressing
me
Groping
me
Your
hand
It
moved to my knee
And
then
My
thigh
My
heart
It
raced with
Fear
Discomfort
I asked
Over
and over
I
pleaded
For
you to… “JUST STOP”
It was
not until
I
threatened
To pull
over
That
you stopped
We did
not
Talk
about it again
When I
dropped you off
You
hugged me through the window
You
said goodbye
And on
the way home
I cried
Part
of me felt as though somehow I had asked for it
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