How in the world can I tell anyone?

What if everyone thinks I was looking for fun?

What if no one believes me, no matter how hard I cry?

Oh, Lord, I just want to lie down and die.

Wrong place, wrong time--it's the same old story.

I didn't shed any blood, and yet the whole experience felt gory,

more sickening than any horror movie that I could ever see.

Why did it have to happen to me?

I guess girls in this position always ask that question.

They feel like they've been shot with a lethal injection.

Now I understand exactly how they feel.

But in spite of my pain, it still seems so unreal.

How can I ever look at anything the same way again?

Who will stand by me now and be a true friend?

I don't think I ever want to leave this shower.

I want to erase every single detail of that hour.

No more nights of going out alone.

But I'm too old to need a chaperone.

This town is usually safe. How could this happen?

Was he watching me and waiting till I was his for the trapping?

All the lights in my world began to fade,

because I screamed my lungs out, but no one came to my aid.

We might as well have been the only two people in the world.

It's times like this that I hate being a girl.