This piece is inspired by the motion picture entitled Train Ride, and the experiences that will change a victim's life forever
Written By: Adrienne Quickley
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The story begins with a woman and a man, but not quite as you would think For the tale begins as a romance but ends as a tragedy The truth of this hurt will haunt the casualty of this war called sex, ever time they blink If you are fortunate; you will chose to give away your love, but this victim was not that lucky
Ladies first, or at least that is what he said as she stepped into the house He was such a gentleman, or so his looks had her believe Small talk was his appetizer, and he proceeded to the main course by complimenting her blouse Then they went to his room to “talk” and “watch movies” but his charming looks did deceive
For underneath his innocence and kind nature did his vulgarity hide He offered to bring her a drink, and she eagerly yet politely accepted She figured that perhaps a glass of wine would give her a shot of confidence inside He calculated the fact of a sip for her allowing him to enter places she had previously rejected
Then he proceeded to the kitchen, and assured her he would be back soon So steadily he poured the wine, but in her glass he added a little extra something Then he so slyly returned to his unsuspecting victim, and the crime scene known as his room He handed her doom in a cup and requested that she share her goals which were so intriguing
Before finishing her third sentence after her fifth sip she had lost consciousness He wasted no time taking advantage of her; he raped her mind then defiled her bodily remains Then he re-applied her clothes with the gentlest touch birthed from a predator’s kindness She wakes, feeling violated and strange, so she takes a shower to wash away shame’s chains
She hopes that the water will wash away her overwhelming emotional pain She answers her roommate’s questions about her welfare with a simple heart-wrenching “fine” She temporarily fools herself into believing that lies will washaway the hurt driving her insane She gazes into the mirror and her conscious stares back at her as an excruciating hazard sign
Externally, she replicates and portrays the bliss that she desires to internally behold …and patiently waits for a time in which she can be alone, to cleanse herself fully So, she cleanses herself thoroughly enough to leave her body alone, in her tub, cold Her loving roommate finds her, and cries tears of regret when she is laid to rest so peacefully
To all predators, for the victim’s sake, change your ways ensure the passion fatalities are fewer I bid you, take heed to the effects of this tragedy and its underlying hurt, this day For there is a hurt so deep that life, for some, may not cure If the status quo doesn’t change, there will be damage that only a lethal shower can wash away