Another guy

One life

Rose's point of view

I was empty.

I didn't know I was crying until I felt the warmth of the tears falling in my lap. How could this be possible?

This wasn't something that was supposed to happen to me. It wasn't supposed to happen to anyone. I wouldn't wish this upon my worst enemy.

I crumbled up in my bed, while Trevor sat at the end of it. He put his hand on my back and I screamed:

"GET OUT OF MY ROOM"

Without a word he left.

I didn't want to see him or anybody else. This was my first party on the very first day. How could he do this to me? How could he look at me after this? How was I supposed to stand tall after this?

I laid there for hours, crying, until there were no more tears left.

 My feelings were like sitting on a roller coaster.

One minute I was angry and wanted to punch something or rather someone.

The next I just wanted to crumble up in my bed and let the shame and darkness swallow me, so, that I no longer could breath.

For a moment I felt like I could take on the world because I survived this.

These were the three stages I was going through.

As the days went by I had somehow gotten myself a daily routine.

I got up, got into my clothes, which were as if I had kidnapped a guy and began to wear his clothes.

I didn't want anyone to have a reason to hurt me again.

I got to class, got lunch and when the lecture was over I went back into my dorm room. Took a shower every day, trying to wash of the unbearable feeling of them touching me.

I got into my room and closed the blinds, laid in the bed and didn't move.

The only thing I could hold down was lunch, nothing else sat well with my stomach.

Weeks went by with this routine and I was beginning to become comfortable with it. It wasn't perfect and I wanted to do so much more in one day, but at least it was beginning to feel familiar.

Until one day when the semester was over, and we had to start a new class.

All I knew when I came to building 265 was that we had communication/speech.

I sat in the back, trying to ignore what all the other student were saying about our next professor. I didn't care. I just wanted to get home and curl up in my bed.

I was minding my own business dreaming about my comfortable bed and how lovely it would be to get home into my shower.

Suddenly I was snatched out of my thoughts, when the doors burst open and I felt that same tingle in my groin when I laid eyes on him.

This was the muscular figure I saw in the hall when I first got here. His hair was still dark as night and short on the sides and a little longer on the top.

As he came into the room the whole room light up. I noticed how the girls tried to make their breasts stick out so that he would notice them, but he didn't. It felt as if he couldn't take his eyes off me.

 But I was in no state to notice any men at this point. I stared down into my computer - which the collage had provided for me. 

The dark haired man stood in center of the "stage" and said:

"Whether speaking to one or one hundred people, it's important to learn how to articulate your message clearly. In this class, you will be learning to get your point across through understanding your audience, conveying your message and speaking with confidence."

His eyes were locked on mine and it was crystal clear that he was fixating on me.

He turned his back to the class and wrote down a word.

"P-R-O-F-E-S-S-O-R B-U-L-B-Y"