Teenage Trend

She was pure, but her name was blackened by the worst influence in one’s life, her friends. Her glass was always full, they made sure of that. When he took hold of her hand and led her mysteriously into a corner deep in the night, giggles and laughter begun to disappear. The warmth of the summer in some way gave reason to take her clothes off. She stands alone in her underwear. His cold hands wrapped around her waist, his arms were the chains that dragged her down.

Beads of sweat ran down her face, she was nervous, or was she scared? It didn’t take long for her innocence to be laid upon and ripped from her small awkward body. He didn’t love her, nor did he care about her. She’s left lifeless in the grass. The pain had forced silent tears from her eyes. He walks away. She doesn’t move until her friends pick her up. Their smiling as if they are proud of her. She didn’t feel proud. She’s left questioning herself and being judged upon. Everyone knows so it’s something she can’t escape easily. He didn’t love her, nor did he care about her. She’s left to deal with it alone.