The Story Of Rodger

I felt it like a super nova.

Like a shark biting down on skin.

Felt a sharp tingling filling up my chest.

It tasted different than it had before.

It wasn't light anymore.

Instead hot and thick around my head.

Heart thumping against frail bones.

Under a cotton woven halloween costume.

I blacked out.



When I awoke my head was pressed against a cold car glass,
And I couldn't feel my body beneath my hard head,
There were streetlights above me that glared and gleamed.
It was like my eyes were stones and running down my face,
My voice wouldn't even try to talk me through each motion,
Some one was sitting beside me in the back seat.
I couldn't see the driver except his black hood covering his face,
The passenger was holding up a drink to his lips,
It wasn't until I felt a hand on my thigh that I realized:

I was in a car with strangers.

Misery overwhelmed me,
I was petrified.

"Let me out." Though I'm sure no one listened.

"Let me out of the car." The music was too loud suddenly.

The hand moved to my shoulders and pulled me to face a hard looking clown.
He lifted his mask just a bit and felt my mouth with his blubbery lips; I pushed against him and opened the car door.
Even though I heard the car screech to a stop and the men holler, I didn't hold back when I sprinted into what I found to be a corn field.
Harsh straw and grass broke beneath my feet as I ran and stumbled on my way.
The lost feeling fit around my tongue when I heard their whooping and morbid laughter following behind me.

It's not like I could brace myself for anything because, though I had an idea, I didn't know what they wanted from me.
They were moving too fast for me to react when one of them caught up; causing me to fall back in the yellow grass.
I couldn't fake it hard enough, I couldn't act like I wasn't scared, and that only made this worse.
He drew his fist back as I bolted again; and I wasn't thinking of anything but how I wished I was home again.

"C'mere girly!" I ignored they way they pestered me when I huffed.

Not once did I look back.

Not once did I think that they knew what I was.

Until something hard hit my legs so I fumbled and fell forward onto the ground.

Until some one yanked me under their weight, pressuring a large hand between my legs.

"Back OFF!" I choked out as I mustered up enough strength to shove him off, shove that touch away.

My sneakers slipped underneath me when I ran again only to tumble out of the corn and into the arms of that clown.

"Where'ya goin' girly?" He snickered and pulled me too close, too harsh, too famaliar.

"I'm NOT a girl!" My voice broke when I tried to get out.

"Oh?" Without another word he tore an already small hole on my right hip, ripping it to my pelvis so I screamed and kicked when he pushed his drunken hand down; his nails cut my skin.

"STOP IT!" He slammed me against a tree and I gasped out.

I felt the cold from the creek behind me.

My heels were on the edge of a cliff and my wrists were locked in his grasp.

"Wait... No... Wait!" I looked behind me for the first time all night, it was a steep cliff, maybe ten feet down.

And then.

I  felt it like a super nova.

Like a shark biting down on my body.

Felt a sharp crack in my arm when I pushed it in front of me.

It bruised every movement as I fell.

It wasn't heavy anymore.

Instead painfully hot in my head.

Heart thumping against hard rocks.

Under a cotton woven halloween costume.

I blacked out.