Fifth Grade Stranger

     I'm not sure what his name was. I don't think he ever told me. But I told him mine. That was my first mistake. I shouldn't have told him.

     Afterwards, he asked me what my favorite color was. My friend said to ignore him, he was just flirting. But he was older than me and I liked his attention. I told him it was blue. That was the color of his eyes.

     His eyes were beautiful, but I knew he was dangerous. There was that slight sparkle. A perverted glint. He was after one thing, and he wanted it from me.

     I ignored the danger. I thought it was a game, until he started chasing me. But I still laughed... even as I continued to run. Even as fear grew inside me.

     Finally fear took control of my mind like a weed overtaking a garden. I told him to leave me alone. He wouldn't, and I was getting tired. Tired of running around the playground, trying to escape him. I didn't have the courage to run across the wide expanse of grass and into the school. I couldn't tell my mom he was trying to hurt me. What if he really was playing?

     I started to have trouble breathing; my heart was pounding in my ears. Then I tripped. I didn't have enough time to get up... to escape. He was on top of me. His hands touched me in places I'd never been touched before, places my mom had warned me not to let others touch. His lips were rough against mine as he forced me to stay on the ground. My flailing was useless against his weight. I screamed for help, near tears and desperate for someone to hear me.

     My sister saved me. She jumped onto his back and beat at his head. He threw her off of him, his face bright red with anger, and backed her against a metal pole. Then he began to choke her. Her face began to turn shades of pink, then red. She gasped for air, tears coming to her eyes. got up and pounded my fists against his back and kicked him as hard as I could, no longer scared for myself, but for my sister instead. He finally dropped her, and we ran.

     I never told my parents what really happened. They only found out about him choking my sister. Nothing more, nothing less.

 

 

Author's Note

All opinions are welcome and greatly appreciated. This goes along with one of my poems called nightmare in real life. It is a true story.

Reviews

[sarah]

wow that is a very excellent poem keep up the good work

[steph]

This is an excellent poem and I admire your courage greatly for letting others read this. I only hope this story, and its companion poem, will be an inspiration, to those, who have gone through the same thing... Wonderful story

[Liza]

you're a smart girl with a tinge of rebellion. i saw myself in some of this but i wasn't so strong to spot the danger and see the need for someone to take advantage of my innocence while feeding their false illusion of power.

[Lilly Negoi]

i had a lump in my throat when finishing reading this...awful experience...but so well rendered...

[Kaitlyn]

:O i really like it.. i love you Aysha!