A young girl, Christine by name, walks this shadow everyday. People point and laugh as she walks down the halls, they don't see the good inside of her, and they only see her faults. They don't call her by name, but instead, "that's the girl who got raped." Deep down she wants to cry but miraculously keeps her head up high, she knows what happened and their nuisance hasn't phased her. Vanessa, her best friend, sticks by her even through the dark clouds. She knows Christine is in pain and she doesn't have to scream it out loud.
"Christine, come with me, I want to show you something," he said.
"Why did I listen?" she thinks everyday.
"Just around this corner, a little closer, a little closer." he excitedly said.
"I was so stupid, I should have known he'd do this to me, why didn't I just run away?"
The noise in the background drowned out all the shrieks. "Homerun!" she heard every-one scream. Another point for the team and the score was now 14 to 6. It was a well-known fact that Florence High School had the best baseball team as well as football team.
This night would ruin baseball for Christine all together. She was to be cheering but would not show. The girls wondered why, but didn't stop to look; they never even called. If only they looked behind the stands in the bushes they would see a girl begging, "Please, don't, please!" She lay there violated and feeling helpless, like everyone was against her and they had to know this was happening to her. They just had to know. He walked away as if it were all a game in which she had just lost.
The smile upon his face was so repugnant. "Micheal, wait up!" She heard from afar. It was Tomas, wanting a ride to a party. She heard the footsteps walk into the distance, hoping someone would come, but for the longest time no one did. She began to cry, she couldn't move, then footsteps: she heard "clunk clunk clunk". The footsteps stopped as though to hear the cries and looked behind the bushes. What he saw, he almost wishes he were blind. He knew not to touch her for it would make things worse, so he told her softly, "I will get help."
Almost twenty minutes later, the siren sounds. Everyone is wondering as they lifted her off the ground. The paramedics placed her in the stretcher; they saw the bruises and the marks of detriment. "Lift her up easy boys, this ones harmed." A few weeks in the hospital, recovering from the pain, but emotional hurt like this just doesn't wash away. Christine soon returns to school, seeing Micheal and she felt like a fool. No one would talk to her, they were afraid of what they might hear, so she walked alone down the halls with tears. She didn't complain or turn him in, she even begged the man who saw her, to keep this all in. He did for awhile, but couldn't live with the weight on his shoulders and turned him in to the police.
People ridiculed her and put her down. "Why would she lie about such a thing, it will ruin his life." Many of nights she got lost in her thoughts, "please just let this pain go away." She wondered what it would be like if she got rid of the pain herself, but Vanessa's support was the only thing that helped her stay. Christine hated herself for letting this happen, she should have fought better, then she wouldn't be in this pain. The embarrassment of everyone thinking she was lying made her quit the cheer squad. Her grades dropped and she was soon not able to run with the track team anymore. Everyone hated her and wanted her to leave. She felt like just doing that and never to return. Everyone was right, she was an appalling human being.
Micheal will be going to court in late September. Christine wishes that she would feel better about him going. Part of her...