Rape

Remember the day that you grazed your knee, the day that you fell
off your bicycle, or the day that you were slapped around the face.
They were moments of sudden pain, that mostly could have been avoided.
That is how I feel about the day that I was raped, it could have been
avoided.

Forgetting my wallet before I left for the Christmas party.
Going back to get it on my own.
Wearing the tightest trousers that I owned
Walking past HIM down my street
Not turning around....before it was too late!!!!

The wierd thing is, is that I look back at it and I feel nothing. It
was terrifying but it finished, just like having your wisdom tooth
pulled out in the dentists chair. The cracked up nutcase that is
probably still roaming the streets bumped in to me that night, like a
meteroid hitting Earth, coincidental, pick up the pieces. What good
would it do for me to hate men when 99\% are not the 1\% of him, what
would be the point in becoming racist just because he wasnt my
colour...beauty is skin deep after all. What is the point in writing
about it...I needed a story that began with R.

When I was a kid I used to watch "The Equaliser" and watch in fright as
the woman struggled with her doorkeys unaware that someone was suddenly
behind her. I used to shout at the television screen, "come on, he's
behind you". Reality is like "The Equaliser", you dont realise that
someone is behind you until their hand is over your mouth and you are
under the car. A tale of the unexpected. All of those kickboxing
classes at university, useless when faced with a shotgun.

I know that rape is a crime but I dont feel like a victim...I worry
about other people who will let it affect them, people who decide to
change their lives the following day.

No!!! If you look death in the face...be it through an accident, an
illness or a crime.....let tomorrow be better than yesterday. Never let
them win!!!