RAPE

I try to scream but the pain never stops.
He hit me, hard.
My skull cracked openand the blood starts to flow out.
I sit there in pain.
He comes at me again and this time he doesn't hit me.
He  just picks me up and carries me to his room.
We  are alone.
His parents aren't  around.
Just a few hours ago he called and invited me to come over.
I asked my parents.
They  said yes.
 I  told him that I could come over.
Then I walked to his house.
He told me that we are alone.
I looked into his eyes and instantly knew what he had wanted.
I tried to run but thats when he hit me.
thats when he carried me to his room.
I try to scream and fight him off but he doesn't care.



He throws me on his bed and starts to tear my clothes off with his knife.



He sets the knife down on the side of his bed.



He climbs on top of me and he presses his lips on mine.



first they become soft, then they eventually become more urgent and hard.



He explores my body with his hand and I try to tell him to stop but he won't listen.



He starts to pull off his pants and I try to tell him to stop again.



He slaps my face saying "Shut the fuck up! This is for your own good."



I stop my crying.



He  pulls off his underwear and looks at me for a second mumbling "I'm sorry. But I have to do this."



He slips inside of me.



At first he goes soft, then he begins to do it harder and harder, making it hurt like hell.



I try to not make any noise but I hear myself screaming.



He looks at me and says, "You better be quiet or your going to die!"



So I stop screaming but I really felt like panicking.



But I don't.



Because if I do, I know that he's going to kill me.



So I let him rape me until he's done.



H starts to kiss me again and just when I thought that he was done fucking me, he starts to do it again but harder.



I see the knife that's on the ground by his bed and I try to reach for it.
I finally grab it and flip it open but he sees me doing it so he takes it out of my hand and throws it on the other side of the room.
"I'm going to make you hurt even more." he says.
I see that his neck is wide open so I take my hands up to his throat and start to strangle him.
He starts to choke and he's holding his neck in agony.
I scramble off of the bed and run to the knife.
I grab it and the next thing I know is that he's coming at me.
H starts to reach for me but I see the perfect opportunity to cut his neck.
So I do.
And all I can hear is gurgling sounds coming from his throat.
H tries to put his hands around his neck to stop the blood from flowing out but it's too late.
H's already dead.
I have the sudden urge to taste the blood from his neck.
So I drink until every last drop is gone from his neck.