That's when something broke free inside me. Eventually, things got really heated, the girl screaming at the top of her lungs, and the boys pushing her down. She tried to fight back, but there were too many.įinally I emerged from the darkness and bucked up the nerve to yell out, "Stop!" But they ignored me. I hid in the shadows, too afraid to help, too scared to make them stop. Her screams echoed through the rooms, breaking through my hands, making it hard for me to look away. One of the boys pressed harder, adding slaps and kicks, until finally ripping a few layers of clothing from her body. The more hands she batted away, twice as many appeared. My hands found their way over my ears, trying their best to block out the screeches. She cried out in screams that rattled my eardrums. The boys were harassing her, hands everywhere. A pack of them and a lone girl, engaged in disturbing behavior. But their horse playing was nothing like what we were doing. Trying to find my way back, I came across another group of other teens, making such a ruckus that I couldn't help but spy on them from a distance. As they scouted around looking for me, I lost myself, trapped in a maze of empty rooms. But I played hide and seek a little too well, easily ducking away from the others, making my way to the lower levels undetected. We came to an old abandoned building and decided to play a game of hide and seek. I was out horse playing with a bunch of friends, in the streets, acting crazy.
Five years ago, one night changed everything.
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