the lights flashed in my eyes, red and white, blurry but equally bright. i had consumed more than enough alcohol to be out of control of my surroundings but remembered things, clearly. he had always assured me that he’d keep me safe and would never hurt me. but isn’t that what they all say? the car doors shut, followed by a locking sound. the music started and surrounded me with a sense of safety. he started to drive and promised to take me home but as we drove i realised we’d been making circles and several minutes had passed when we should’ve reached ages ago. the car stopped, in a dark but familiar place. he unzipped his pants and grabbed me by my hair hard forcing me down on him, until he was disappointed and dissatisfied- he threw me aside. i was broken on the inside but paralysed too. i said, “i want to go home." he smirked and started driving again until his rough hands made their way into my pants and he forced himself on me until he was satisfied with the pain i was feeling. the pain was sharp like needles poking me at my most delicate point, again and again and it wouldn’t stop, until he wanted it to. when he was done- i was done too, not with just him but with everything i had built for myself. every fragment of a healthy mental state, every single hope in life and every small piece of trust. it was all gone.