She sat there in her room lying on the floor staring at the ceiling. Looking at the shadows of the lamp shades reflect on it.
She layed there, and thought of the events of the day. “Why?” She thought. “Why?”
She stumbled like a zombie down the long narrow hallway. It felt like a century till she got there.
She toppled over like a ton of bricks onto the ever green colored carpet, staining it with the browns, and yellows of her alcohol stenched vomit.
She looked down at the bruises on her thighs. The black, and blue almost a dark shade of marigold, all up her stomach also. She got up, and waddled to the bathroom. She dismally looked in the mirror.
“Is this me?” She thought discovering the remainder of her hang over, were bruises, and scratches.
She remembered the horrors of the night.
The man who changed her life.
In disbelief that she was the person she was looking at. She got her flimsy body to walk to the phone.
“Hello, my name is Alice…, I think I’ve been raped, I need help…now.”