She has to act
TW: Mentions of rape. Note: This is a fictional body of work. She wasn't supposed to sleep . Her body was tired but she had to keep going. And so she sat in bed, hugging her knees and staring at the mirror in front of her. Her hair was disheveled and her eyes had bags underneath them. "Good ", she thought. "It helps the process". She rocked her body because she had nothing better to do, picking at her fingers and digging her bitten nails into her shins. "I should cry so that it's easier. Why can't I cry? I have to feel sadness. But all I feel is empty. No one will believe me". She didn't know how to prove her side of the story. She was scared of being laughed at. Of being called a liar or an attention seeker. 'She shouldn't have gone to that party. She shouldn't have worn that dress. She shouldn't have had that drink. She shouldn't have stayed so late.' She could already hear the people nitpicking her every move....