Rina

RINA

I came down to the floor with a crash, my butt breaking the fall.

Déjà vu. Just like how he’d pushed me.

Despite its soiled state, I pressed the gown on my body. My eyes darted around. No one was here! Thanks be to the moon goodness. Heaven only knows what they would think if I had been spotted.

I picked myself from the floor with the gown still pressed on me and rushed to my room.

Once in, I tossed the gown away and jumped into the bathroom to empty the rest of my stomach. I reteched and reteched, gripping the toilet bowl for support. Intense pressure came with the gagging, my abdomen and throat bearing the burden. And tears ran from my eyes.

Even when nothing else was forthcoming, I continued to gag—throwing in spit after spit while scraping my tongue with my teeth. This continued till I decided to stop.

As I slumped on the floor, the cold tiles bit my skin. A clear description of how good ol' life treated me.

Harshly. Wickedly. Cruelly.

I'd always been unfortunate. Born