I just laid there.
Like I was dead. I wished I was dead.
And then I heard the door open, but kept my eyes closed. I didn't want to open them.
"Lana?!"
"Kayla?"
I opened my eyes and there she was. Tearing up.
"What h-happened to you?"
I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and said.
"I was raped."
She stared at me.
As I looked at her.
"Lies."
I looked surprised at her answer.
"You don't believe me?"
She got up, walked towards the door and muttered.
"Attention seeking bitch."
Then she closed the door.
The darkness of the room. I couldn't breath.
I had to get out of there.
I ran down the stairs and out the door.
And all my way home into my room.
Once the door closed I realized what had just happened.
And I cried.
I cried so fucking much.
That I fell asleep on the floor. In the same clothes.
All alone.
Once it was morning, I went to take a shower. I took off my cloths and... I saw it all over again.
And I couldn't breath.
I just have to get through this. Day by day.
So that's what I did. I got through it day by day.
That girl that was sexually assaulted got the boy arrested. And I didn't have to see him.
But the scars were still there haunting me.