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<strong>The</strong> Crime<br />
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My rapist was obviously enjoying himself, grunting repeatedly.<br />
“That’s good, that’s good.”<br />
I spent most <strong>of</strong> my energy trying not to think, but the slightly<br />
metallic scent <strong>of</strong> blood invaded my mind. Everything felt slick. I<br />
willed myself to float up, to hover in the air over the bed instead <strong>of</strong><br />
having to lie in it.<br />
<strong>The</strong> rapist paused in the act, as if to prolong it, to savor it. <strong>The</strong><br />
pause seemed particularly inhuman. I wanted it to be done so I<br />
could let out my breath and resume living. But I could only wait.<br />
I continued to hold my breath, but it didn’t stop me from crying.<br />
“Why you cryin’?”<br />
I ignored him.<br />
He stopped altogether and awkwardly wiped the tears from my<br />
cheeks. I couldn’t help but notice the pinkish underside <strong>of</strong> his hand.<br />
His strangely tender gesture intensified my tears, adding confusion to<br />
my anger and pain. Why was he doing this? Was I a person to him or<br />
not? I hated him. I wanted to feel nothing but hatred. I didn’t want to<br />
smell his sweat mingled with my blood. I couldn’t bear the vulnerable<br />
pink <strong>of</strong> his palm. I didn’t want him to be a person. To have a soul.<br />
I concentrated on the gun beside my head, lying on the pillow.<br />
Could I feel it, cold and metallic beside my temple? Yes, I could. I<br />
focused on that bit <strong>of</strong> steel, that immediate bit <strong>of</strong> metal just outside<br />
my body, and stopped crying. Everything slowly stopped spinning.<br />
It turned out that the fear <strong>of</strong> dying, not just in the abstract, but in<br />
an immediate, proximate way, focused my mind.<br />
I might die. I might cease to exist.<br />
<strong>The</strong>se weren’t logical thoughts that my mind laid end to end.<br />
<strong>The</strong>y were heartbeats, and each one held in itself the possibility <strong>of</strong><br />
cessation. This one, right now, might be my final heartbeat.<br />
I breathed in and out so I wouldn’t float completely away from<br />
my heart.<br />
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