7:00 am

My alarm screams at me like a tea kettle wanting to be taken off the burner.

I slap my hand on the snooze button and pull the blankets up to my neck trying to hide the fact that my first class starts in less than an hour.

Why did my roommate insist that we finish the second season of Game of Thrones?

Groaning I get out of bed, my roommate has already gone. Both clean and dirty clothes scatter the floor, blending together like a mixed ice cream at the Dairy Cow.

For the next forty minutes I slug through my dorm room trying to piece together a clean outfit, take a shower, and gather all of the necessary materials for class.

Picking up my phone before heading out I check the time: 7:43 am, just 17 minutes before I should be seated in the lecture hall.

After grabbing my bag and locking the door I start the 10 minute journey to class.

The sky above me is a dark gray and the fall wind is howling in my ears, not at all inviting, I think to myself.

The campus looks deserted.

But as I walk around the corner and head towards Avery Hall I notice a figure move from behind the upcoming trees.

As the man comes into view, I spot his white and black Nike sneakers and sporty gray hoodie.

But what identifies him is his air. He is cocky and controlling like a king; ignoring everyone less than himself.

Our eyes lock.

But I falter; showing weakness was something that my parents had wanted me to avoid at all cost, but after the rape I felt as small and helpless as a bug.

He had destroyed me and the mere sight of him drove me over the edge.

My walls came crashing down and my eyes began to glaze over.

The wind faded away as music does in films and I no longer could feel the cold air nipping at my fingers.

My knees knock as my hands begin to sweat.

I knew it was seconds before I would pass out and then what?

I could file another report to try to remove him from the campus, but I had nothing more to report.

No one cares about me. As long as he is a the star of the football team, no one can touch him. He’s like the prized china in my mother’s cabinet at home that she refuses to let anyone use.

My legs turn to  jello, but I can not stop thinking about how he changed me.

There is no reverse for what he has done to me and I hope he knows that.

He took my virginity, my social status, and my friends.

I have to concentrate all of my energy not to think about him. How uncomfortable he made me feel. How he touched me and how alone I am.

The pain that my body has been through is enough to take a person’s life.

Suddenly, my legs shake and the pavement below my feet embraces my skull.