She sank into the depths of her memories and couldn’t stop the tears from raining down her face, her heart pulsating in her chest.
“I’m in the alley,” Marissa says. “On my way to school.”
Her heart starts beating faster and faster.
“I see something. A shadow,” she shrieks. “And now I can feel a pull on my arm!”
Tears start forming gray dots on her orange shirt.
“The grip on my arm gets tighter and tighter and soon I’m hauled into darkness.”
Marissa starts sobbing and trying to catch her breath.
“There’s a pull on my hair. My head is being snapped back.” Marissa moves her right hand to the back of her head atop her short hair. “He won’t let go of holding my hair and pulling my head back!”
She shakes her hand off of her head.
“I’m wearing a Hello Kitty dress. It’s my favorite, and it gets ripped off,” she says, tugging on her orange top. “And then I’m pushed onto the ground. It’s cold and kinda damp. And I feel his knees pin down my legs.”
Marissa jolts her body erect. Her eyes still closed, she places her elbows on her knees, fingers on her forehead as if to drum out a headache. Snot runs from her nose and adds to the discoloration of her orange shirt.
“I start screaming and crying louder and louder but nobody can hear, nobody can see what’s happening.”
Marissa starts rocking back and forth.
“The next thing I know,” she continued, dropping her hands into her lap and opening up her eyes for the first time since Dr. Axelrod started the session. “I’m alone—at least I think I’m alone,” she said to the cement floor. “—in this stinky, clammy darkness. I can feel my eyes trying to open and adjust to the darkness and that’s when I notice the thin yellow line to my right. I crawl toward it, every bit of me aching.”
Marissa grabs her stomach as she continues to rock.
“I realized the light was outside of the darkness. I was in a garage. The light was the alley. I tried lifting the garage door but… I just couldn’t.”
Marissa stops crying. She takes in a deep breath and wipes her face and nose with the tissues in her lap. Then with a deadpan look, she finds Dr. Axelrod’s eyes and says, “I was next door to the house I grew up in. I was nine years old. The fucker who raped me was never found, but I’m pretty sure it was my older brother’s best friend.”
“Did you tell anyone you thought it was the friend?”
“I didn’t know or think it was him until much later,” Marissa said, her lips forming a grin. “His best friend’s name was Stan.”
“Like your husband?”
Marissa smiles for the first time during the interview.
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WHOA. That was amazing. I was hooked the entire time!
awesome- thanks! 🙂 truthfully, I was kind of creeped out with the way I ended it and am now wondering if I should keep going with it.
Disturbing situation for the child. Did she surpress it and it came out in the therapy session?
yes very disturbing. I had a hard time writing it. i’m not exactly sure if she suppressed it or what. all I know is that I, myself, was disturbed by its ending. maybe she made the whole thing up? I’m not sure yet. thanks for reading & commenting though!
It kind of made me sick but…congrats? I mean, that means you have talent in writing! I like the ending, a twist, and have many questions!
thanks so much, Gem
That was hard to read. Which means you did it right. That one will haunt me.
yeah sorry about that but thanks for reading & commenting.
very dramatic and full of suspence. I wonder if the Stan’s are one and the same?
I wonder that too. I do think they are, hence the smile at the end. But then again, maybe this Marissa character is just screwed in the head? I dunno. 🙂
I was thinking the same as you, the smile indicates it was… maybe that a plan (for revenge) was hatched all those years ago, hence the smile.
Great suspense and I love the twist at the end!
glad you enjoyed.
Ick, and awesome and shudder…the mind can be a dangerous place. Great piece!
thanks for stopping by, Kristin
Oh man! I didn’t know this was fiction until I saw the Speakeasy button, and at first I was horrified! Very suspenseful!
yeah, it was tough writing this b/c it’s someone’s truth I imagine. 😦 thanks for reading & commenting.
There’s a disconnect in there, between her memories and the name of her husband. Was the guy she married the guy who raped her?
i do think they may be the same guy. crazy right??
Wow. Powerfully done, Christina! Like the others, I found this incredibly uncomfortable to read because it was so well done. And that ending is such a great twist! I would love to know exactly what’s up with her.
me too. i really do want to know more about this character. did she marry her rapist? where is she? where is he?
Literally sleeping with the devil. That was a horrific end! I really loved the way it all developed.
so glad to hear you enjoyed it. thanks so much.