Homecoming. My first high school dance. I spent so much time making sure that I looked the as best as possible. I even bought a brand new "semi"-formal dress, but this whole thing was a total bust. I mean, even the dances last year in junior high were better than this. I guess it was because there were less scantily clad whores and drunken jerks. I've only been here for an hour and I'm ready to leave. The only problem is my ride was drunk and refusing to leave and my mom and new stepdad Phil are out on a date and refuse to answer their phones.

Having no other choice I began my walk home. I lived close enough to the school, so the walk wouldn't be that bad, but still it was a twenty minute walk in a dress and heels. Looking down at my feet, I decided that I was going to have to man up and take the dreaded shortcut through the park. Although it was dark and creepy, I made it through have the park before I was accosted by someone.

It was dark so I couldn't see his face, but I saw the outline of his body in the dim moon light. He didn't say anything to me. He just stared. Though his face was hidden, I knew something was wrong, so I turned around and ran. I probably made it three step before I was shoved face down into the dirt, knocking the air out of me.

"Help," I screamed out, but it came out like a breathless whisper. He growled like an animal and the next thing I knew was my dress was being ripped and something was shoved painfully inside me. He began roughly thrusting inside me as I tried to scream but couldn't. I felt myself blacking out when suddenly he was ripped from inside me. It heard more growling and what seemed like boulders crashing, then everything faded out.

I awoke in the same position, on my stomach with my face in the ground. I didn't know how long I was I had been there, it was still dark out. Slowly I began forcing myself up. Everything hurt, especially between my legs. I felt numb, like a walking ghost as I made my way through the park to go home. I should have stayed at the stupid dance or just accepted the ride home from my drunken friend. Dying in a car crash seemed a lot better than living through the pain and embarrassment if rape. Everything was ruined.

"Bella!" I heard my mom shout as soon as I shut the door. I hurried her rushing toward me. She was probably worried. "Where the hell have you been? I've been so worried…" She stopped in the middle of her sentence as soon as she laid eyes on me. I must have looked terrible. Like someone who just survived death. I tried to take a step towards her, but I collapsed. "Phil!" She screamed as ran towards me gathering me in her arms.

"What's going on?" he asked rushing towards us. Bu then I was crying so hard I could barely breathe.

"Something's happened. We need to get her to a hospital."

Everything passed in a blur. Phil gently carrying me to the car because I didn't have the strength the walk. My mom trying her best to comfort me. The rape kit. The pictures. The police. Before I knew it my mom was feeding me pills and tucking me into bed. I fell asleep in the hopes of never waking up.