My best, but crazy, dramatic friend, Jessica had also gotten into the school of our dreams. Our parents went there, too, as well as a few cousins so we were proud to call ourselves Longhorns and keep up with a family tradition. 738Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZcr4nwjvy7
We both received swimming scholarships, for we had beaten our high school's records in backstroke and freestyle. We went back and forth beating each other's times. It was all fun and games for us. But together, we dominated. I was the faster one though. However, she will try to tell you different. That's sort of what we had a fight over, but we settled our beef when we both had watched Michael Phelps take gold in almost everything during the 2008 Beijing Olympic Games. 738Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYLvNVuGbXu
I couldn't tell you why Jess loved swimming so much, but I can tell you why I do. It's all I feel I have left of my sister, who was a great swimmer. I liked to pretend in that dream I had of her fourteen years ago, when she had whispered into my ear, she had given me her talent. But she had only been eight, not a state champion swimmer; well, maybe she would have been. She was a champion to me. 738Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOkgkH1BI0S
She is gone, though. 738Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡF7fr6m8Pxl
I believe she is with me in spirit every time I swim. Pushing me and guiding me towards each side. She will always be with me. 738Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmvD5y83Xx0
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After class I went to swim some laps in the campus pool. While I swim for fun, it's my time of no worries. Under the water, it is a different world. A world where nothing matters. It's how I got over my parents' divorce and my ex-boyfriend, Nick. 738Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrzXm5RtDtJ
Nick who used to love watching me swim. He wouldn't ever jump in with me for some reason, though. He'd sit in the stands and watch me glide my body through the cool blue water like a jet sailing through liquid sky. 738Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGoq9C3tegl
"Why won't you come in? The water's fine," I'd ask. 738Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8tOCf7aKoU
"Nah, I just love watching you, babe."738Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdezImTpq7s
I believed him the entire year-and-a-half we dated, until he stopped coming to watch. That was when I had an inkling of suspicion something was wrong. And for those last months, if he did watch me swim, he would always be on his phone. 738Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIAQS7ZJy4B
"I'm just playing a game babe,"he would say. Until I looked on his phone while he was busy and saw he had no games. It wasn't but a month after that day, I caught him cheating on me with a girl Jessica had known, at a house party. I saw his pale, bare-ass hovering over some blonde skank who saw me open the door but didn't stop. I saw the side of his face, eyes closed, mouth open in a silent moan, his dark brown hair that brought out the freckles on his chiseled shoulders. I thought, how did I manage to get a guy like that? And then, how did I manage to lose a guy like that? I blamed myself. I couldn't stand to look at him though. Every time I did, I saw her face, staring back at me with a slight smirk. Each time I thought about it, her smirk would grow bigger and bigger until she was smiling at me, whispering I know who you are and I know what I'm doing. He's inside me right now! 738Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBROS8vH59Y
After that, it was over. 738Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKBjwlj3uqu
I had adored him, so when those ugly thoughts came around, my heart would implode like a dying star. People always talk about their hearts being broken. I now believe them because it did. It physically hurt. I could feel it right in my chest. It had really shaken me up, so I told myself I'd never date ever again. 738Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEPFXxCCRlQ
That had been a year ago though but I still stick by my hatred of dating. What's the point when I'm eventually just going to be hurt. However, I do miss the beginning, when he was nice and would lay down on my bed holding me in his muscular embrace. I loved when his soft voice would whisper, I love you, in my ear. I could feel the warm waft of air dancing around the inside of my ear which would tickle. I missed when he'd barely touch me, slowly moving his fingers up and down my shoulders and arms. And his soft, teasing kisses on my neck which came with an occasional, pleasant bite. I loved the bite. Loved the kisses. Loved the sweetness. 738Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTkp8WApdfY
But then, it all went to shit. 738Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡscjALO4Yu7
In the pool, I swam for not even twenty minutes and it was already dark out. I had gone underwater in the light, and came up in darkness. Everyone in the pool was gone, too. I hated being in the water by myself. Alone. Vulnerable. And out of the pool, shaking, but it was from the cold air against my heated body. 738Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6wjPMRJEBn
In the huge, ladies locker room, I didn't bother taking off my one-piece bathing suit —it dried quickly. I combed my hair just enough so it wasn't a tangled mess and threw on a pair of dark blue jeans and a black Led Zeppelin shirt I used to wear daily in high school. It was a tour shirt my dad got when he saw them live way back when. 738Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkTmncmBmmf
Growing up, that's all my dad would play in the car. The classics—Rolling Stones, Zeppelin, The Who, Clapton, you know. I loved the days when he'd take me into town to run errands. We would jam out and then he would always stop at my favorite store so I could buy a record. 738Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrlDfBR8grL
Records are so much better than the cheap CDs where they cut off the sounds that the human ear can't hear. But records don't have anything cut so you have all sounds and can actually 'feel' the parts of the song you can't actually hear, when you listen. I have a beautiful, antique record player my dad had given me. It was his when he was a kid and we both still love it. It was the first thing I had packed for college. But then I had to unpack it because I needed some music to listen to while I packed. 738Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiwHB8tuICK
Walking home, it was dark out and I was trying to find my apartment. Since I had technically lived in Austin already, they allowed Jess and I to have an apartment instead of a dorm. It did also help that my entire family were alumni and maybe had some strings pulled.738Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡg3rJhqoQHY
I knew it was west from the pool past "the drag," a strip with a bunch of cool, retro stores and restaurants. I had been walking for a while now, though I wasn't sure if it was the right direction. 738Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzpfMqN0l81
The clouds dominated the night sky obscuring every star that would give me just a hint of light. The only light I had were the dying street lamps glowing an eerie orange. 738Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVVqr4GAA54
I walked past all the shops and found myself overwhelmed by the smell of urine and garbage. It was strong as if someone had just peed before I had gotten there. So I turned around. 738Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡh3YbTKJWzh
There, in the distance I saw San Antonio street hidden behind some buildings. A strange street to be behind shops. But I knew I had to take San Antonio to get there, so off I went. 738Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfaTxDO8rsy
Graffiti of all kinds covered the walls. I even passed by a few taggers painting the back of a wall, who freaked out when they first saw me but then realized I was just a young woman and not a cop, so they went back at it. I could hear the chicka -chicka the cans made when they shook them off in the distance then shpoooooosh when they sprayed. I liked to smell the fumes of the paint. It reminded me of when my mom had repainted my room as a birthday present when I turned twelve. I thought to myself, that's something I would love to get into. Though not the illegal painting. Maybe a personal work of art or a mural of some kind—738Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡD29lB2gGYZ
WHAM!738Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNyLdpv8Ld5
Just then, what felt like a bus or truck smashed into me. 738Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡO4i3K6A7AI
I was tackled to the ground, landing on a bunch of used trash bags. 738Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡp5CqFk2XpY
"What the—?!" I exclaimed. 738Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJpdCarJNKh
Then I was forced around on my back while a dirty, sweaty hand covered my mouth. It smelled like cigarettes, liquor, and urine. I tried to bite but I couldn't bite his palm. I gagged twice then looked into the eyes of who it was, with a tiny glint of hope that maybe this was just a joke. 738Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYDr3i3nFmJ
"Shhhhhhh..." the voice said. "Stop your moving." 738Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2A1inSLwv0
I wiggled more fiercely. 738Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuAdNxwcP6W
"This will only take a minute," he said, breathing hard. 738Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDYU7ReKn1X
I could hear my shirt being ripped. 738Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwlF5yLYnJM
I was trying to move every body part I had to get free of this fat mass on top of me. It was like being covered by a heavy blanket dipped in alcohol, piss, and sweat. 738Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAyf2EKYMEH
It was a man. An old man. 738Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0lL4GjOdJT
I could see his black eyes staring at me like I was his dinner. 738Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWalbfQT6Qa
This is not happening! This is not happening!738Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡt3P1eBYScP
"Mmmmmmph!" I tried screaming, but to no avail. 738Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9JvNuLOJ3Y
After using all my might, I finally got my left arm free and started hitting his face and head. 738Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1ZHthqksPm
He let out a yelp when I hit his ear. 738Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqlJbeEUcLv
"You. Little. Bitch." He snarled. 738Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡROQ95kSwb3
I started to feel what felt like rocks hitting my head—one after another. 738Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0572vuU1uh
Until,.... 738Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnkhmPWvxzl
Blackness. 738Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLhwejhNdS2
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I couldn't see anything. Just blackness. A silhouette walked towards me. I couldn't make out any features. Where was I? Then a voice...738Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJ3gq45Fn9g
"Wake up. Wake up. He's here. You're safe." The voice belonged to a child. Nah, it couldn't be my—738Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1bYdHETFXS
I came to and opened my eyes. 738Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtImTQGMmCH
I was staring up at the glittering blackness. The stars had come out. Was I dreaming? Was I dead?738Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRbxgGgGkxq
I heard manic shuffling around me as well as grunts that sounded of an old man. I tilted my head up so I could see. There was indeed an old man but there was someone else who was punching and beating the old guy. I saw drops of blood splatter in the air. I hated blood. It made me feel sick. Even sicker than when the guy had tackled me. 738Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdei9EoQfco
"Stopppp!" I yelled with eyes closed. 738Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQychu1wHff
Then silence. I gently opened my eyes. It was a young man dressed in all-black baggy clothes holding the old man by his collar and holding a fist in the air with his other. 738Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAMFMWf6ZDb
When I yelled, he stopped, turned and looked at me. We both locked eyes. He then let go of the guy, giving a thud when the body hit the ground. 738Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3vuSMcpCeo
"Are you okay?"738Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjeFUqkoAOK
His voice was raspy. He looked about the same age as me, but manly—hardened and experienced. His voice sounded too old to be of a guy his age. He was covered in dirt and sweat. I could smell b.o., too. 738Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3hHBKUxwNB
"Umm... yeah I think so." I replied in a mousy voice. 738Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxIo2viIqhg
God, I sounded so pathetic. 738Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5UJykhss93
"Good. Get home. Now." He instructed but with some sincerity I could hear, in his Kurt Cobain voice. Then he turned and started to walk away. 738Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwdTCe8bD8Z
"But Hey! Wait!" My voice almost cracked. 738Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGqOX3iVlAd
He sped up his pace then disappeared around a corner. I got up off the sticky ground and raced over to the corner he went around. 738Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQ2bX8tgSpG
He was gone. 738Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFDKWgWcwS7
I sat down for a minute to process what had just happened. Should I go to the hospital? Should I call the police? And there, just a few apartments down,738Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9u3yvwwrwx
I could see my place.
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