Thanks for encouraging me to write Nickie!
Weird and different from the norm I think....
Story 21:
Her lips were worlds of their own. They were always covered in a dark cloud that painted them purple to the bigger world. In winter the canyons grew and broke the skin in vein-like pattern... no pattern at all. Pink shown through the dark overhang in threadlike catastrophe. Life used to be so much simpler...
Police Report: Initial Description: Teenaged girl found alive in alleyway gagged~ brown hair~ red, short,down, quilted, winter coat~ red mark at throat; was held against will by blade~ blue eyes~ hands bound by average rope; easily bought in supermarket~ purple lipstick...
Recently her small world had been forced to endure an invasion of the fiercest type, his world had been unkind and had entered her world harshly and abruptly making her sputter and gasp for air. Neither she, the big picture, nor her small uninhabited world had seen it coming. She thought he was a really nice kid...
Hospital Report: First name:------, Last Name:------, age 16, height 5'5, weight 137, is now conscious without any amnesia, severely upset by occurrence, fearful of/hostile towards men, refuses to speak to anyone but her cousin -----, traces of alcohol found in body, difficulty using hands due to loss of circulation, three different "date-rape" drugs found in her system...
He had taken her to a corner of the room and offered her a drink and slowly he coaxed her lips out of there protective stance against all human beings and "bigger pictures". He brushed his finger against her tainted world. Her heart raced in another world and her nerves prickled with unfamiliarity. Maybe he was okay, maybe he was one of the good ones...
Would she like a drink?...
Police Report: Account of Victim (written): I was at a party where I met .----- who offered me a drink. I took it because I really liked him and he's my age. I didn't think him capable of.... what he did. I was fully conscious during the... rape, but I felt completely frozen and couldn't move. I didn't black out until about two minutes after...
They begged her not to drink, her lips, that is. They screamed an unknown terror as she brought the glass to her lips. She drank and bit her lower lip, completely destroying what trust and arrangement they'd had. Now it was time for war, only her body was fighting itself and not the "big picture" that threatened it so...
Something was wrong, she couldn't move, she couldn't feel her lips, her dark world that gave her so much character. The nerves that connected all the different worlds in her body were out of control and each was left to fend for itself. No working together as they always had. And while he did it, they fought for understanding... | 
