The Buried Truth

So, the night it happened, I was standing at a bus stop on Fourth Street, coming back from an audition for the LTG (in which I later got the part, but resigned because of family trauma), when a slightly older guy approached me. I don't really remember his face, all I remember is that he was white and probably in his early to mid-twenties.

The first thing I remember noticing about him was that he had one hand in his jacket at an odd angle. Well, my first thought was that he was hiding something right? Definitely right. He came up to me with the cover of asking me for a smoke, which I obviuosly didn't have. But when he got closer, the smile on his face disappeared completely and I noticed what he had in hisI noticed what he had in his jacket and froze.

He had a gun in his hand and I panicked, thinking I was going to die. He told me to follow him or he'd shoot me, then made me walk in front of him to a side road. When we got there, we turned onto a small path, where there were two other guys, both white, if memory serves me correctly. I can't remember either of their faces.

They made me walk for another good half hour, further into a maze of side roads I'd never seen and took me off road into the bush... That's where it happened. About ten-fifteen minutes into the bush, I think, small clearing surrounded by birch trees.

They tied up my hands and gagged me... They made me watch as they undressed. I couldn't stop crying... They each took their turn messing with me, "teasing me", trying to turn me on. I just tried to scream through the gag. The louder I screamed, the louder they laughed.

Finally, one of them got fed up and kicked me in the gut. The other two followed suit.One of them kicked me in the face, leaving a nice bruise that was clearly visible, something I had to figure out a story for hours afterwards. Told my mom I tripped and smashed my face into the sidewalk. Remember that part I got with the LTG? Yeah. I'm a good actress when the need arises.. She bought it.. Then I went and cried into my pillow for four hours..

They took their turns... One at a time, stealing another little piece of the innocence I had left... then they thought it would be fun if they all traumatized me at the same time. Then, when they were all done and satisfied, god knows how long they took, they dressed themselves back up and left me bloody and beaten, with my hands tied and my mouth gagged, blood still leaking from my mouth and down my legs... I don't know how long I layed there...

But when I managed to get the ties off, I blacked out. The next thing I remember is getting to the transit terminal.I don't think anyone saw me run into the bathroom. But I cleaned up and threw out my bloody clothes, but my uniform back on and walked out like nothing happened, then took my bus home. I was home three hours late. My explanation? The auditions ran late.

They believed me and the truth has stayed buried.

Until now.