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I dropped the cigarette butt and stamped it out with my heel as I leaned up against the wall of the building. I was out of breath and shaking like a leaf on a tree; it had been a year, a whole year and I still bore the scars he put on me.

A year after my rape, and I was still traumatized; I had nightmares often and still cried myself to sleep. And the scar he put on me, I knew it would never fade despite anything the doctors told me - They could lie to me all day long; I knew it would never heal.

I bit down on my lip and let my head drop, my white-blond hair falling around my face. I pulled up one corner of my mouth into a smile, feeling my lip ring tug. I lifted my head and sighed.

Tonight was going to be a busy night.

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[DreamingDingledodie]

wow, very tense and dramatic, but very well-written. You gonna write more?