Sad Reality

Close your eyes,
Gently bite your lip,
Try not to scream,
We don't want to wake anyone,
It will all be over soon,
Just like before I snuck in,
Like always,
Through your window,
It is a small climb,
But it is worth it,
Remember not a peep,
This is our private time,
No one else needs to know,
Your best friend does not,
Your parents do not,
Just close your eyes,
Gently bite your lip,
Try not to scream,
We don't want to wake anyone,
It will all be over soon,
You really should not play,
Hard to get is not nice,
I know you want me,
You may say no,
But I know you really mean yes,
Everynight through your window,
It is a small climb,
But it is worth it,
You really do like it,
Otherwise you would speak,
Tell your mother,
Or your friends,
You know you want me.

Ah, such a nice poem. Wouldn't you agree? Well, I am certain you know what the poem is about, and if not, just keep reading. This poem is about a girl, who is raped by a boy. Simple as that. She is afriad and embarrased of what happened. So she never tells anyone. She was in 9th grade when this started, and the guy was in 11th grade. This went on for about a year, and a few months. They met towards the end of her 9th grade year, and she thought he was nice and sweet. The first time was after an end of the school year party. There was alcoholic beverages, but she didn't have any. He had offered her once, but she turned it down. It was late into the night, and she asked him to take her home. As they drove they talked a bit, about what they were going to do durring the summer. When he got her home, all the lights were out, and the door was locked. She had forgotten her key. He asked her if she had a way to get in. She told him that her window can't lock and it opens up from the outside really easy. She went to climb it, although she was wearing a skirt, he didn't look. She thought that was really sweet of him, and she was still wide awake, so she invited him to come up and talk. Right in the middle of a sentance, he leaned in and gently kissed her. She blushed, but kissed him back, and then pulled away. He advanced on her. She was too scared to scream.

This is where your imagination takes over, I am not going to describe this. It really was horrible.

Well, afte the one year and few months of being raped. She never really trusted a guy again. The only ones that could actually talk to her would be her parents. They didn't know what happened of course. She made it to the age of 23, a week and two days before she turned 24. Her parents went out of town for the week to go on a vacation. When they returned, they found the house cleaned and everything in order as she promised she would keep it. They went upstairs, because they didn't see her downstairs to thank her for keeping the house cleaned.

Now this is another horrible thing. I am not going to even begin to explain what was beyond her door. It gives me chills just thinking about it. Needless to say, she took her life the morning before they got home.

Here is the other side of this story. He is now 27 or 28 years old. And he is living just fine. He has married, and has a few kids. He refuses to remember what happened over that year. He is nice to his wife, and treats her right. His children are happy and love him, they aren't scared of him. He has a nice little house, with a steady job. He isn't rich, but he isn't broke, he manages to make ends meet and still have money left over for a bit of fun with the family.

*places his paper that he is reading from down* Isn't this a lovely story? Feel free to leave your comments on this. While this is something different, it still has a poem. Think of the story as just a little added bonus.