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- Snippets of that night slowly resurfaced as time went on. Imagesof my helpless body trying to get words out as his hands wrapped around myneck. The bruises I woke up with the next day jogged my memory. But even months later, my emotions were deeply repressed. I thought to myself that maybe it didn’taffect me that much.
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-  My mind was full of blanks from that night however my body recognized his face. It recognized his shiny brunette hair that has probably never touched a product under $50. His beaming sadistic smile, his delicate yet dirty hands that told me this was not his first time. One day as I walked down the cracked pavement leading to mylocal dairy, I saw him again and was proven wrong.
- you have fun the other night.
- AHHHHH
- His drunken forgetfulness was just a mere excuse, all I felt was a yearn for revenge. A quick scroll through socials and a name and shame campaign might suffice. Up until this moment, I forgot too. My body remembered what my mind couldn’t comprehend at the time.  My heart raced as his sharp eyes pierced me for two short seconds. Two short seconds- enough to send my body into a state of panic. Sweat clung to my palms as tears gushed from my eyes like blood from a wound. He looked at me like it was nothing, not even aware of the pain he inflicted. Maybe he doesn’t even remember? Was he as drunk as I was?
- I have to stop him and get justice no matter what.
- From that moment on, I was given the strength. The scars on my mind and body transformed into burning empowerment.  After he looked at me, my frightened thoughts dissipated away and returned as fury. Why does he get to stroll around perfectly content when I live my life in fear of men? What if he does It again to another helpless girl?
- My only mistake was not coming to my senses sooner.They don’t tell you about guys like this. He was not in a looming dark alley way wearing a black hoodie. He was not a creepy looking middle-aged man. He gave off no warning signs, just a regular teenager. And that is the thing. He is just that, regular. He got away with it because he doesn’t fit into societies depiction of a rapist. A ‘golden’ boy doing such a thing is just absurd most would say. But Golden boy did do it and needs to be held accountable. Robert frost told us ‘Nothing gold can stay’. And poetry is up for interpretation, right?
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