Desperate Run

by C.J. Riggs

I can feel my chest heaving with rage. He asked, he wanted this, so I’ll give it to him in full force. Every ugly fucking truth of what they did to me. This is me, my life, the past I worked so hard to forget because nothing can be done about it. Nobody knows except Sasha and the people who fucking caused it. With tears threatening to fall, I give him everything he wants. “You want to know what it was like? Hm?” I’m screaming for myself to stop, but I can’t. “Want to know how it felt to have their grimy hands all over my body, and how I couldn’t stop them?” He’s opened Pandora’s Box and it won’t close. The words flow from my chest like vomit, each letter burning another hole into my skin, another slice of hate within the very depths of what I have left of myself. “They burned me, cut me... Christ,” my chin quivers. “They fucked me every which way they wanted to. Sometimes they let others… join in. Sometimes, Draven, I wasn’t even fucking conscious.”