I can't sleep.

I feel the pressure of you around me.

Inside me.

Nothing hurts more than forced consent.

Do you feel that?

Me trying to escape from under you.

Do you hear that?

My plea for help.

No?

Why would you?

The first no did not suffice

So why would you hear me scream?

I feel your grope.

I feel your breath.

I feel your body weight.

I am surrounded.

Please leave me.

Let me live in peace.

I can't sleep.

I saw you today.

You winked at me

And I felt so small.

Why did you do this?

Do you remember?

Of course you do.

You have pictures.

I can't sleep.

You touched me.

I felt so weak.

All your friends cheered you on.

I had none.

You were my friend.

How could you do this?

After everything we have been through?

I hate you.

I don't know you.

I never knew you.

Why?

Why?

WHY?

I can't sleep.

I saw you today.

You confronted me.

You said sorry

And I cried.

You cannot be forgiven.

You broke me.

You shattered my whole being.

You tried to grab my hand like usual

But I slapped you.

Something I never thought I would do.

It felt good.

You cried.

I walked away.

You lost me.

Forever.

Never come back.

I can't sleep.

You now have a girlfriend.

She doesn't know.

She needs to know

But I am not ready to talk about it.

You need to be ready.

She is in danger.

You did not have anyone 

But she has you now.

You have been afraid long enough.

It is time.

You see her with him.

She goes to the bathroom.

Courage is on your side.

You tell her.

She gets mad and calls you names.

You tried.

I can't sleep.

What if something is happening now?

What if he gets away with it?

AGAIN?!

No.

You hear your own screams from that night.

You do something even scarrier.

You go to his house.

You haven't visited since that night.

It has been 3 months.

Deep breath.

You hear a scream.

You run inside.

There.

There you find your best friend repeating his actions.

You don't think.

You throw him off

And you grab her.

He grabs you.

"What are you doing?"

His hand grasping your wrist

It feels like it may fall off.

You show him your bruises.

He cries.

You don't.

His girlfriend is safe.

She tells everyone about it.

He is ruined.

You defeated your monster.

You still feel slight pressure

But it doesn't hurt.

You saved a life.

Maybe more.

He can't hurt you anymore.

I can sleep.