Thursday, October 27, 2011

Story Behind my Topic



 
Lisa had been an young lively girl she was always happy and singing until one day, the same day that still haunts her dreams, to this day. It was September, and school had just begun. Lisa lived alone with her mother, but it seems like her moms’ boyfriend was there enough to say he lived there too. Lisa never liked he moms boyfriend, being around him made her fell suddenly sad and uncomfortable. She did not know if it was because of his dating her mom, or because she wasn’t used to have a male presences in her home so often. Lisa always wondered why, and she finally got her answer, on September 15th 2002, her mother was working late and Stevie came over, her moms boyfriend, she still remembers that chilling feeling she got as his hands touched her shoulder and turned her head towards him. Her skin felt as if it was crawling off of her. His eyes, they were piercing threw her soul. He caught her eyes and held them with his. She wanted to cry at the way his icy clue eyes, lusted after her, she wanted to run and hide, to never see his face again.... He pulled his pants up and smiled at her, she remembered those words 'you'll get used to it' those words replay in her head repeatedly, his cold eyes sending chills down my spine. She will never forget that day, or the day after that, or the day after that. If she had not told her best friend about this ongoing problem who knows what could have happened her. Lisa walks around today paranoid looking over her shoulder, not trusting anyone, she will not even visit her mother. She has to go to therapy every day, to help cope with her nightmares. Her mother never even knew, and now she's lost her child mentally to a man she barley even knew. rape is not anything to joke about, it’s not anything to just brush off your shoulder. Rape is all around you, you may not be able to see it but it is definitely there.The effects are long lasting, and who's to blame? Why don’t people try to figure out why rape occurs? I want to know why, don't you?



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