Yours Truly

-Jaelie Griffin-

"WOO-HOO!" My friend, Becky, whoops with enthusiasm as she jumps to the blasting music. Becky and I have always loved coming to John's, the star football player of our school, parties since he lives in a giant house and always brings a famous Dj like ridiculously famous Dj's. Tonight he somehow got Marshmallow to play for a couple hundred teenagers.

Becky starts to do the tango with our friend, Sally, out of nowhere. I take that as my cue to get more drinks. Trying to walk through a mass of sweaty, drunk, dancing, teens is almost impossible.

Once I make it out of the war zone and find the drinks a girl greets me, she has short black hair, dark eyes, and pale skin.

"Hey, Jaelie right? I'm Dorthey," The girl, Dorthey, says as she holds out her hand, I take it and nod.

"Hey, I make the best drink ever you have to try it!" She squeals.

"Will dooo" I slur out, obviously I'm already a little tipsy. Dorthey turns around and starts pouring several liquids into one of those plastic red cups, she turns a little more blocking my view of what she's doing.

"I had to block your view so I could hide the surprise," She states as she hands me the cup. I look inside and gasp. Dorthey somehow managed to spell out Jaelie in food coloring across the top of the drink. I laugh and walk away.

I scan the death pit we call a dance floor for my friends but can't seem to see them anywhere. I decide not to think much of it so I start to dance with some random people instead. A couple of songs go by and I start to feel funny.

A slow song comes on so I turn to the first person I see which so happens to be my boyfriend since seventh grade, Jason. He puts his hands on my waist as I hook my arms around his neck feeling his soft black hair tickling my fingertips. We start to sway to the music and by now I can hardly see. I suddenly start to feel nauseous, I was about to throw up so I put my hand to my mouth and run of the stairs to find a bathroom.

I ran inside the doors to the first bathroom I saw and chose to ignore the couple making out in the corner of it as bile rose in the back of my throat. I start to throw up and it doesn't stop when it usually would. My vision starts to blur at the edges as I continue to barf.

Once I stop puking, the unending darkness of unconscious takes me. I groan as I open my eyes to blinding light. I adjust to the light enough to take in my surroundings, I cannot seem to recognize the room. It has black walls with red velvet curtains hanging from random places. I try to get up but find that I'm tied to a chair. . . naked.

I start struggling against the chains.

"Now, now we don't want you getting hurt," Says a man, he has aging hair, skin, and eyes, he is wearing a blue button down and khaki colored pants, his voice sounds gravely like a chain smokers voice. He walks over to me, his movements are the exact opposite of graceful. He grasps my chin in his cold hands and jerks up forcing me to look into his cold brown eyes.

"Tonight you are mine if you speak to anyone about what happened I will make your life a living hell, understand?" I'm unable to speak because of his firm grip on my chin so instead, I try my best to nod. A smirk spreads across his face as he takes out a pocket knife from his back pocket.

He takes out a piece of cloth from one of his pockets and ties it around my head and in my mouth. I start to struggle against the chains again as he brings the knife right below my collarbone.

He drags the cold metal along the small bit of skin gently as if he has all the time in the world. I feel the sting of tears in my eyes as he pierces the skin slowly. He lightly pushes the tip of the knife into my skin causing me to scream but my screams are muffled by the dusty cloth in my mouth.

He takes the knife out and licks the blood off. What kind of sick person does that, he starts to lick the small wound he created. I feel dampness on my cheeks from the tears pouring over, he starts to chuckle. He repeats this to the other side of my body before dragging the knife up the collum of my neck just hard enough to draw a little blood.

He licks that too. He continues cutting me in different places before taking me off of the chair, still chained, and throws me on the ground. He starts to punch and kick me repeatedly in the stomach causing me to cry out.

"Remember," one kick, "Don't," one kick and a punch, "tell," three kicks, "anyone," two kicks in the side and one in my head, I welcome the darkness this time. When I wake up this time in my bed and fully clothed, I think it was just a dream but then I tried to get up. When I tried to get up several of the cuts opened up causing me to bleed on my bed staining the white sheets a ruby shade.

I pull up my white nightgown to look at my stomach and find purple and yellow bruises blossoming on the plain of my stomach like flowers would on a bush. I limp down the stairs of my house on the way to the kitchen to grab an ice pack. Once I get it I plop down on the light blue couch in the main room and start icing my stomach.

The events of last night replay in my head trying to find a detail I may have missed when it was all happening. Towards the end of it, before he took me off the chair, that's it the detail I must have missed. I got raped.