"Nooo.."
I cried, as those wicked eyes scanned me all over, my hands were tied by his mightiness and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't free myself. He was around 30, well built and fair, with a deep blue sweater and white stripes over the chest.. I saw him carefully. He had been following me for long, but he was successful at last.
I kept on pleading him to stop, to spare me, to let me go away back to where my parent were waiting for me anxiously, it was late already, and I knew they were tensed.
He wouldn't. I knew he wouldn't already. If he had been that nice, he wouldn't have come there to make me his prey... I felt his breath near me, sniffing my tears, as if something so attractive to him. I felt captive, I closed my eyes and tears rolled down my cheeks.
I felt used. I felt life didn't no longer contain me. I felt the trauma of him coming near me, and all my cries in vain. I shuddered in the chilling cold with just a blanket to protect me, from both the climate outside as well as his glaring eyes.
If only there was someone who could hear me, who would come there like some angel and protect me from the fearful dungeon, where only death was nearing, and if it wasn't, the future would be such that nothing more beautiful than death could be seen...
The song continued,The melody, I felt the man needed some melody to set himself in mood. I felt like the goat being patted on it's back before being slashed for the sake of meat.
In my faint pain, I felt numb, I felt as if I could hear my mother, calling me.
"Mamma..." I said, faintly, as if making her try to understand it how deep my pain was.. I wanted her to be there for me to protect me.
"Look up, it's late" I so wanted her to say that. I so wanted to reply but only tears rolled down.
I paused as those sounds came near, as if someone whispering. I opened my eyes, and there I was, lying on my own bed, with the blanket over me, the melodious alarm singing out loud.
Mother had brought me back, Mother did protect me from the monster and I was glad, yet in half sleep, fearing him following me once again..
I did not know why those thoughts had hovered over my mind all night long. When I didn't even attempt to think about these, when I was busy working over my projects just few hours ago, how could I possibly have dreamt about someone raping me like this? I didn't have answers. And decided to shoo away my thoughts. bitter time Bygone was better to be forgotten.
I went to the washroom, brushing my teeth, as I took my dresses to get ready for the day. College was early, but I was already late. That monster had wasted my time, i felt.
Going over through a series of thoughts in my mind regarding the days submission, I realised more than half of December had passed away and I had relatively few moments before the semester would end.
As I was counting how many days were left for holidays to begin, I realised something different.
I realised why I had this dream, I realised it wasn't my thoughts but perhaps someone's message questioning her plight. Questioning why she didn't exist today when she so wanted to? I realised it wasn't me, of course, I didn't see myself. I could just feel a little of what she had felt that night, naked in the chilling winter with the dirty eyes of passersby who cared not put over a cloth, left with brutally mutilated organs. Why? What was her mistake that night?
I realised the date, it was 16th December.
A year had passed, and still no justice..
