I'm not so sure of everything that happened, but soon he was on top of me, and I felt like my insides were being ripped apart. I wanted to scream, but nothing would come out. I thought I had died, and I know a piece of me did go away that day. Everything went black. That is a threat I hear repeated almost everyday in my thoughts.
Silence is a funny thing.
It remembers threats. It remembers the fear. My memories of everything that happened are somewhat scattered around. No one could be that cruel. No one could do all this.