I waited for him to turn around.
I wanted him to go back and tell me he didn’t mean any of it.
I wanted him to eat the words he just said, I wanted him to tell me I wasn’t a whore. That they were wrong. The neighbors were wrong.
But he never did. He never looked back. He turned his back away from me like any other men did before him.
His words cut through me like a knife. Like hundreds of knives slashing thru my veins.
I could feel the blood oozing out of me. I could feel my emotions outpouring, shouting… screaming the pain inside of me. But all I could manage was a whisper.
I felt a stabbing pain. Stronger now.
And in a flash, the world turned black.
And then from what seemed like a hundred miles away, I heard a very familiar voice.
“Oh my God, Oh my God, what have you done? Wake up honey! Someone call an ambulance,” she said,
I wanted to whisper my apologies, I wanted to tell her not to cry.
But the world, with all it’s cruelty and vulgar, unfriendly, judgmental noises,
Turned its back on me like any other person did.
And then everything became deadly silent.
