As I was walking home with a friend from his house, we were casually talking. He and I were just talking about nonsensical stuff and even though I had a few breakdowns today, it wasn't a horrible night. It wasn't a horrible night until I heard a girl screaming "Help me. Please. Help." in a desperate tone of voice. We turned immediately around, unsure about what we had heard until the same words were repeated. I went for my phone but Department of Public Safety (DPS) officer was right there and ran towards the scene. My friend and I turned and followed him. I was not breathing. There were a group of people standing around, I couldn't see what they were doing though because I was too far away. As we got closer, a car was turned on and we were momentarily blinded by the lights. The DPS officer called in the head office with what I believe was the license plate number, for a mobile unit. The car sped away.
Not like a person who was drunk, trying to drunk drive.They drove like a person who had a reason to get away and after hearing those screams, I could only think the worst because, I saw about a few figures in the car. I couldn't get the license plate number because of the fog.
Why is rape culture on college campus accepted? Why? Why do people feel like it is ok to do this? I feel like I'm about to break down. Many of you will think why so I'm going to let you onto a little piece of myself. Not the entire story because it's not relevant but a part of it like what happened the time length. If you want to know more, I may or may not say it, dependent on if I trust you or not. For four years, I was raped and physically and mentally abused by a person. I won't say who because of my own personal reasons or when or how old I was but just that.
Earlier that day, I had a few breakdowns because for some reason I went to a sexual assault workshop. I thought I would be able to handle it but I wasn't and it was stupid decision on my part. I know this. After a few hours, I was able to function somewhat normally in society so I went to go and see a few friends at their place.
I'm just so shaken by what just happened. It was like the cherry on top of my day. I going to make sure that she returns to us safe and sound using what I can use, magic. I pray to Nyx that nothing happens. If something does, I will personally send the nastiest hex I can think of to that piece of shit, who scared the shit out of a girl who was trying to have some fun. Just trying to enjoy her life. I can guarantee that. I already have one planned for someone else that I just need to write and gather materials for but that can wait. That other scumbag will still be here for me to curse. This requires all of my energy right now.
