I should have listened more carefully to my parents.

I'm now in a hospital emergency room, getting treated for my injuries: mostly scrapes, cuts, and bruises, but what's worse is what happened "down there".  It is very embarrassing having strangers (doctors, nurses, even police) touch me there and having them look at the damage.  Personally I haven't really seen anything except for a lot of blood.

A lot of blood.  Heavy, bright red blood that keeps on coming.  

God, is it ever going to stop??

I am suddenly very scared.  I feel like a little girl of four instead of a  girl of sixteen.

The police keep asking me the same questions: about if I saw the attackers (yes I did), if I knew any of them (I am not so sure), what did they look like (again, not so sure: everything happened so fast).  

I am trying to keep a clear head, but my thoughts spin like I'm on a merry-go-round and I am extremely nauseated.  I hate the medical people pawing at my private area or at my breasts.  All I can do is lie there, trembling with fear, and cry helplessly.  I know what happened, but I really don't want to admit it.  I was raped.  It seems like a nightmare come true .

Maybe I asked for it by dressing like I did: skin tight pants to show off my girlish figure.  High stiletto heels (black).  A rather revealing red shirt to show off my volumptious chest.  Make up done heavier than usual.  Hair sprayed and styled to perfection.  I looked more like a girl of twenty something than a little sixteen year old punk kid who had no business going out at night by herself, especially in a damgerous neighborhood.

Oh, great.  This is just great!! I hear the heavy sobbing; I recognize it as my mother's.  I also hear my dad's voice: loud.  Insistent.  Demanding.  Wanting to know what happened to his baby girl ... and why.

I know they must be so disappointed in me.  

How am I going to face them?  What am I going to tell them?  My life is over!  Oh, my God, my life is OVER!!!!

~To be continued.~