I Am a Survivor of Rape

Stained... She is trying. Trying to move on. Trying to forget. The nightmares are becoming less frequent, but her fear for life is as high as ever. Everywhere she goes, the monster is there. The memory of him is stained inside of her and the thought alone makes her want to take another shower. Makes her want to scrub herself until her body is beat red and stinging. Makes her want to clean every part of her body until she convinces herself that the memory is gone. She knows it has been a few months since the assault, but it feels like it still, has only happened yesterday. It's like a really bad stain that you can't get out of your best shirt. You wash it over and over, but you still can't get it out. She washes as best as she can, but when she steps out of the shower and takes one look in the mirror, she automatically feels disgust. She can feel the ghost of him holding onto her like an imprint. The thought of him touching her makes her shudder, and she turns around, swiftly gets back into the shower and repeatedly attempts to remove the stain.