He came to her bed at night, then, after a while, left, and, she’d cried herself to sleep, just as she’d done, every single time he’d come to her bedside at night.
Knowing, that there will be, a next time that it happens, there’s, that sense of horrendous fear that extended into the ends of the darkness of the nights…
Knowing, that there will be, a next time, that nobody will, come to save her from those evil hands, she’d, covered up her face, and, started sobbing gently to herself. Knowing, that there will be, a next time, she’d stashed away a small pair of sharpened scissors, and made a vow to herself, that she’s going to KILL him the next time he comes!
Knowing, that there will be, a next time, that, is the hardest, because the abuse is NEVER going to end, and, people you tell your experiences to, will SILENCE you, call you LIAR, and you’d end up, becoming even MORE damaged than you ever were. Knowing that there will be, a next time, there’s, nothing you can do, but, wish to G-O-D, that you can, grow up faster, but, the days, they marched on, very slow, like those slow-motion videos, and, you started, questioning, the existence of god…
Knowing that, there will be, a next time, you’d, prepared your mind to escape from your body, ‘cuz that way, it’ll only be your body that gets raped the next time it happens.
As your mind wanders off, drifts, into an alternative space………………and you have NO recollection, of WHAT exactly happened to you that time, you just feel your body aching all over when you wake up again!
Life, the Obstacle Course 