I RAN and RAN and RAN away !
From the mess that happened around ,
But when came to a 'transparent door' ,
I was completely shocked at what I found,
My gaze turned into horror,
And my jaw practically fell down.

She was still , she was alone,
It was the way I found her,
Her hairs messy and knees folded,
And eyes glassy and blur,
And all her body covered in scratches,
Which seems to caused by a 'wild cur'.

She covered her body with her arms,
As she was naked from top to down,
And anger's evident on her face,
As her brows were narrowed into a frown,
And her beautiful eyes shedding,
Tears across her shinning brown.

But then I realized that the 'transparent door' wasn't a door,
It was the mirror that showed me my deep wound ,
The deep wound that's still fresh inside me,
Which I thought I left around ,
Which was the misery of sexual assault,
And the STORY to which I am bound.