#trigger: assault

[hearkenedsouls]

@multimentium for the Phoenix

It wasn’t often that Anne and Nix were separated while at the wall, but occasionally the situation called for it. The former Queen did not enjoy being alone, for she felt the men’s eyes upon her - gazing at her as though she was a delicious piece of meat they longed to enjoy. With Nix beside her side, they barely dared to look past her feet. But, despite their unwanted gazes, they had never made any unwanted advances...until now. 

An arm abruptly wrapped around her waist from behind, and pushed her up against the wall so quickly that all the breath left her body. Frozen in shock for a long moment, it wasn’t until a hand began to tug up her skirts that she managed to kick back into action - and she slammed her elbow into his face. 

“NIX!” she screamed, using her long nails to tear into his arms. “HELP ME!” 

[lizziescarlette]

Thoughts from a “Survivor”

You know the worst part about being able to “pretty” cry? When you’re finished, no one ever knows that you even shed a tear. But that doesn't matter anyway because in the end, no one cares. They may ask if you’re alright but in your heart you know that they don't really want to know the answer. The answer is no. But how’s that for an answer? “Oh thank you for asking! Actually, I feel like I’m drowning in my own mind.” No one wants you to answer truthfully, about how you were sexually assaulted as a chid and how you are only just now remembering parts of it. No one wants to know about how messed up you really were... how messed up you really are. How you can’t stop thinking about it. How you can't kiss a guy that you like because you are terrified. He is a nice guy.... a really nice guy, but that time that he leaned over you to kiss you, you froze because you were scared. For a flash of a second you felt like your world was ending, that it was happening again. You tried to push the thoughts away, tried to enjoy the kiss because it was the longest kiss you’d ever allowed yourself to have, but then you had to push him away. You explained to him, and he, being the “really nice” guy that he is, gave you a side hug because you had turned away from him... ashamed. He tells you not to be sorry... but you are, because now you’re scared that you’ll never be able to have the romance that you’ve always dreams of. Fanfiction is ruined for you now, romance is a withered dream... because now you’re afraid that you can't have it. And then you find yourself crying in the shower, and crying as you type a post and pray that someone... someone will care. But that doesn't matter because tears dry, and no one can see you cried... and no one cares.

[kaimousy]

I don't know how to cut posts on the tablet so read tags and first paragraph beforehand

I usually don't make text posts, but I need to take some steam out, so sorry if this bothers you. I also warn you this may trigger something if you've been assaulted in the past. Moving on, until today I was working in a hotel at nights as a receptionist. Payment wasn't really good and I worked 12-hour shifts, but I liked it there. Usually, it's pretty quiet there, few people get there on weekends. However, I stayed all by myself, which by itself is dangerous. Anyways, Today around 4am, some dude got in asking for prices, I told him it was 400 pesos, nothing new, really. Then he took out his gun and asked me for the cash, I told him we only accepted plastic, and he got around the desk to check if I was lying or not. Long story short, he tried to take my tablet - which I haven't even started paying yet - and threatened to hurt me. Wrong thing to say, though. That really raged me and I jumped on him as soon as he got confident. We struggled, I bit him, pulled him down by his balls and ran him away with only a mobile phone in the pocket. Immediately after, I called my family for I forgot the emergency number, called my bosses and closed the door. When they got there, they took me to the hospital, got three stitches and a scan, and three shots. I hate needles, btw. And got home. Good news I'm mostly ok, if only with punches here and there. My family keeps waiting for me to have a breakdown, but tbh all I want right now it's the bastard's flesh and blood for scaring them by hurting me - that doesn't mean I want him dead, just handless and in jail. I have to thank God for giving me courage and strength to face that guy and come out alive, because I wouldn't want my mom and dad to go through the death of a child, I don't think dad could've taken it. And my sisters, I was worried of how this could've affected them. So yeah, I'm really thankful to God for being the strength of this 5ft-tall, 25-year-old crazy girl. And I have to thank all those self-defense posts I've found here on tumblr over the time I've been here, they were really useful and save my life - and my tablet, btw, from where I'm posting :D. I'm not gonna lie, though. It was a dangerous thing to do and you have to have a cold head to analyze the situation, if I had tried anything any time sooner, it could've been regretful. Thank God I kept calm and thought things through before doing anything. And that's it, I had to let it out somewhere for I don't want to worry my family any more than what they're now. Sorry if this bothered you, and I wish you have an amazing day. Kisses, KaiM.