Counting

Trigger warning: SA* and s*icide

ONE

Unharmful touch of our hands, yours searching for new lands

TWO

Our lips touch, tasting sweer, so my heart skips a beat

THREE

Your hands move, pullin' me close, makes me feel pretty : "your rose"

FOUR:

Your voice is rough, breathing fast, will my NO! be my last?

FIVE:

Your eyes starve, wanting to own, my body becomes weaker, starting to bow

SIX:

Crossing the line, smile on your face, I hide my cry, pain in the chest

SEVEN:

Making more moves, blood shows up, I say it hurts, you yell: Shut up!

EIGHT:

It's over, you laying nex to me, there you ago asking: Did you like it, dear?

NINE:

Said my truth, you get so mad, you go: It was your idea, why are you sad?

TEN:

You did not fight, did not try, you want to tell? Go rather die

ELEVEN:

It is done, fear is gone, the girl did not even arrive home

TWELVE:

Blood is dripping on the floor, on the phone is a message: "You asked for it, w***e"

THIRTEEN:

Did she tho, ask for it, when the result was a wrist slit?

FOURTEEN:

Family suffers, friends as well, rapist being still somewhere there

FIFTEEN:

NO means NO by all means, guys and girls, remember it, please

Author's Note

I count to 15, that is the age of the girl in my story