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As Caithlyn sat on her bed the raindrops fell to the ground, their sound was making it impossible for her to think. The constant banging of the tree branches against the windowsill was driving her insane. Normally the rain calmed her, but tonight it just added to the pain that she had gone through. Her thoughts kept returning to that night. She had tried to stop him, but he had over powered her. There had been nothing she could do against him. She didn’t understand why he had done it or what had possessed him to even think of doing it, but he had. He’d raped her. Taken the one thing she could never get back from him. And she knew that they wouldn’t believe her anyway. That they’d think it was a cry for attention that she didn’t want.



But what could she do? Her mother thought that he could do no wrong. He was the perfect child in her eyes. The star quarterback on the school team, straight ‘A’ student, and never a detention in his school career. She on the other hand was the “Devil” child to her mother; she never brought home the grades or even the friends that her mother wanted her to have, but she didn’t care. It was her life and she was going to live it the way that she wanted to, even if it meant that she had to live with her mother’s constant disapproval on everything she did. All these thoughts were coursing through her mind when her bedroom door suddenly opened.



“What the hell do you want, David?” she asked her half-brother ever so nicely.



“I just wanted to see how you were doing. I’ve heard it’s the brotherly thing to do after what happened between us,” David replied in a sickening voice as he walked toward her bed. “I wanted to know if you liked what happened and if you want it to happen again.”



“Get the fuck away from me! Stay the fuck out of my life!” She screamed at him as he stopped at the foot of the bed. “I’ll go to the police if you don’t leave me alone, David! I swear that I will!”



“You don’t have the guts or the proof to do it, so shut the fuck up. And you know that I’ll be believed over you anyway,” he stated, moving closer to her.



“Remember you’re the child that’s on suicide watch,” he whispered into her ear. All she could do was sit there; she was so terrified he would do something if she even tried to move away from him. Her voice had frozen as he sat down at the foot of the bed and now he was basically on top of her. She knew that she was no match for him if he was going to try to do something again, and there would be no one home to hear her screams even if he did, so she knew he had complete control over her this time around.



“What, you’re not going to fight me this time? What happened to all the anger and hate that you had before? Hmmm,” David said with a touch of sarcasm in his voice. “Are you finally going to admit that you like what I did to you? Or are you just afraid that I’ll tell your little friends about how you throw yourself at me, and how you kept persisting on it?”



“No, David, that’s not it at all. I just don’t see the point of fighting a sick bastard like you, when I know that it’s not my fault that it’s happening to me,” she whispered, with a hint of anger underlining the fear in her voice.



“But Caithlyn, it is your fault. You brought this on yourself by starting to date Wesley. You know what mother said about boys like him, if you’re not fucking them then there’s no reason for them to be around you,” he whispered in a voice full of anger and hate. “And since you seemed to be so happy with him, I figured that you two must be going at it like there’s no tomorrow. So, hey I figure if you can do him, then you can do me as well. Because that’s the type of fucking bitch you are.”



“Just get it over with,” she whimpered. “I’m not going to fight you anymore. It’s not worth it.”



“You know what, I think I’ll wait on that offer. It’s more fun when you try and fight me off. It’s rather funny,” he said in a somewhat cheerful voice as he shut the door behind him.



“Ahhh!!!!! I hate that bastard,” Caithlyn cried as she sat under her window crying. What was she supposed to do now? He had just told her that it was going to happen again and she had no way of knowing when or how. Just hearing the branches beating up against the house was terrifying her right now. What she needed to do was call someone, but everyone she knew was out tonight. Though as she thought about it, Emerald was supposed to be home by now. There was a chance that she could talk to her. It was always worth a shot and if she wasn’t there, she’d have to get out of the house somehow.



She got up off the floor, the creaking sounds getting to her, and locked her door. Then she went and got the phone and her phone book. While she dialed the number all she could do was pray that Emerald would be home. It rang five times and she thought that someone had picked up.



“Hello Mrs. Lancer. Is Emerald in? I really need to talk to her,” Caithlyn said in a frantic tone. But all she got was the rest of the answering machines message. With a look of defeat, she hung up the phone. As her body slowly slid down the wall, all she could think of was killing herself with her razor blade. It was right there under her bed. All she had to do was reach far enough back and she’d have it.



After about five minutes of trying she had the razor in her hands. Caithlyn had used it so many times before, but never to kill herself. All the other times it had just been a stress reliever and a way to deal with all the pain. Now it was a way to end it all, this was the only way to stop the pain and agony she’d been going through for the past six years. She brought the blade up to her wrist and slowly pressed down. She felt it rip through the layers of skin and the crimson blood start to run down her arm. She felt everything start to build up, it was all coming to the surface now as she kept forming new cuts on already scarred arms.



She could taste something salty on her lips and realized that she was crying. And without realizing it, she started cutting even deeper into her arms. The cut ran from the palm of her hand to the joint at her elbow, and for some reason it didn’t hurt anymore. It was as if her whole body had gone numb, and without the pain there to tell her when to stop, she dug the razor in even deeper hitting a major vein. Her blood started gushing onto the floor with nothing to stop it. It didn’t matter though; she could hear David running up the stairs. Only because her body had hit the floor with a loud thud and distracted him from the football game on television.



“Open the door, Caithlyn,” he yelled as he pounded on the doorframe. “What the hell was the fucking thing that fell?”



All she could do was look up at the door; nothing would come out of her mouth. It was as if her entire body was shutting down and there was nothing she could do to stop it from happening. The only thing she could see was crimson. It was on everything around her and she didn’t understand why. She realized, though it was to late, that she was dying and that she couldn’t stop it from happening anymore then she could have stopped David from raping her. The one thing she’d always controlled was about to take her life and all she could think of was how happy everyone’s lives were going to be without her there to ruin everything. The last sight that her eyes bore before they closed forever, was her bedroom door shattering and David rushing in.