It's dark, and the television is set on low. Miya can hear herself sobbing. She tries to breathe, but his heavy body lies on top of her torso. She hurts. She hurts everywhere. She wants this to be over, for him to finish having his way with her. How had it come to this? She had done nothing wrong, and now she was laying on her stomach, forced to take the pain and torture a family member was bestowing upon her. Why was this happening to her? What had she done to deserve this agony? She felt him move, and then she felt a sharp pain. She screams and whimpers as his body weight slowly raises off of her and departs from the room.
Miya lay still for a while, tears streaming down her face. She feels dirty, so she soon attempts to stand, and stumbles to a bathroom. She sits down, leaning against a wall with her face in her hands and she weeps. That had been her virginity. He took it, and that was something she would never get back. He stole it from her, at only fifteen years old. Something she had wanted to save for someone she was madly in love with. For someone who deserved it. She shakily turns the knob on the bathtub and gets inside. She scrubs her body everywhere, trying to rid herself of the shame and disgust she feels. With tears blurring her vision, she catches glimpse of a disposable razor on the sink. In the state of mind that envelops her, she grabs this razor and easily pops a blade out of place. Trembling, she puts the blade against her hip and runs it through her flesh, watching blood trickle out of her body. It hurts, but it feels nice. Like an adrenaline rush. She carves line after line into her hips, then angrily throws the blade to the other side of the room. She hates him, for everything he's done to her. She begins sobbing again. She's ruined. Who would want her now? Who would want a broken girl?