Raped.
R-A-P-E-D
Raped.
The one word a girl never in her life time would like to hear... but that's the word the doctor used to describe her.
As the female doctor gave her prognosis, she was classified not only as a victim but as a rape victim.
She was no longer a strong independent human in the doctors eyes.
Now she was a wounded survivor.
Instead of panicking, she felt a sense of void. Her mind wasn't there when the doctor proved her down below or checked the endless bruising around her arms. She didn't even feel the stinging of the cold packet of ice a nurse held against her raw red cheek.
She didn't care. She just didn't.
All she wanted to do was sleep. Sleep forever.
The doctor was still talking but she couldn't hear anything.
"Can i go home now?" She abruptly asked while interrupting the endless chattering of the doctor.
" I would suggest that you stay for a couple more hours . So we can make sure that you are alright"
"Can I go home now " I repeated again.
I heard the doctor sigh out. I think she knew that I wasn't going to budge " You still need to give details to the police"
I bit my lip. I didn't want to remember.
I shook my head.
" I can't tell you what to do but think about it. I'll give you a couple of minutes before I send in the police. You can tell them what you want to do" the doctor said as she closed the door on her way out.
A couple of minutes later, as the doctor stated would happen, two police officers stepped in. It was a female and male. I guess the female officer is supposed to give me confort but really did they care?
They asked me the basic questions such as did I know the person? What was the person wearing? How did he look like?
I just stared blankly at them, not muttering one word till the male officer asked me if I wore something that could be deeme provocative.
How dare he try to blame this on me? I was furious and I felt something in me snap.
I grabbed a flower vase from the stand next to my bed and threw it beside his head. Effectively hitting the wall.
Crsht!
"Get the fuck out!" I screamed, my throat already raw.
"Get out! Get out! " I chanted. " How dare you try to put the blame on me?! I didn't want to be raped!"
The doctor rushed in, taking note of the smashed vase and my mind of state.
Seeing as I wasn't in any fit to answer questions, she ushered the officers out of the room with the promise that she would call them back in when I was calmer.
The doctor tried to calm me enough that she could get me to say what had happened.
"He tried to insinuate that it was my fault " I sobbed out. " how could the outfit that I was wearing be deemed provocative. For fucks sake I was wearing leggings and a tank top. I wasn't half naked!"
The doctor stayed and listened till I was well enough and calm. " I do admit that the officer shouldn't have asked you that question. Would you like me to only send in the woman the ?"
" I just want to go home"
" Are you sure?" She asked.
Was I? If I stayed silent and refused I could go home quicker but if I did , the perpetrator woould still be free. If he did this to me, he could do it again.
YOU ARE READING
Dead and Alive
Teen Fiction"I screamed out loud enough that my own screams shook me awake. I fell on my knees, hugging myself while rocking my body like a cradle would do. My first thought was that he was here. His touches on my body. His dirty fingers inside me. Hurting me...
