May 27th, 2019.
Regina Stark, Aged 27.

I have a lot of secrets. Not a lot of people know them, or ever will. It comes with the territory of knowing someone with trust issues as bad as mine.

But some secrets are ones people usually learn on the first or second date. Oh, I'm nearly 50% french, I have like a ton of family over there. But nobody usually ever finds that out.

I was told not to tell people, since my mom was murdered, they kinda don't like people knowing they exist across the pond, or rather, that we're related.

It's a fair point, and I don't really care.

It's when I have to lie to one man I'd really like to tell because he isn't technically family yet.

Damn technicalities, I swear.

But there are other secrets I will probably take to the grave, that I have never told anyone. Not even Dani.

And if she doesn't know, then you know its something bad.

Now, I don't particularly hide the fact that I was raped. It's something I've dealt with and moved on from.

However, the whole story, the details, those are things that nobody ever hears. Because that, that's what haunts me.

The month of september really hates me, I don't know why.

Because it was a cool september afternoon when it happened. At the time, I went to this big private school in california, it was a good school, the teachers were nice and the curriculum was good. The kids were a different story.

I hadn't really done much to deserve the title of easy. Because I didn't sleep around.

I was just attractive and happened to have a father who slept around. And did so publicly.

So I was dealt a crappy hand, not a new fact, even then.

Now, I didn't eat in the cafeteria during lunch, I had no friends, and I didn't enjoy all the cat calling and derogatory terms shouted at me.

And there was a four story building in the middle of campus where a lot of the arts and theater things took place, as well as the top two floors being used as storage.

Now, the very top floor had a huge window in the attic ish place. It overlooked the courtyard and the black top.

The door to the staircase that led up there was always locked but if you jiggled it the right way it would open, and I'd go up there and eat during lunch.

Somebody must have figured this out, because I was minding my own damn business, looking out the big window and doing homework when this boy attacked me from behind, pinning me down on the ground.

He ripped my clothes off, and forced me to have sex with him. I was sixteen and hardly knew how to defend myself, let alone this 6'1 football player. He was bigger and stronger than me, I was helpless in the moment.

Now, I screamed at first, but he slammed my head back and told me not to, so I didn't.

But once it was over, and he smirked and me and told me I had done good, it was like someone flipped a switch in my head. He had still been on top of me, and had just got his jeans back on when it happened.

One minute I was silently sobbing, whispering no over and over under my breath, the next minute He wasn't on top of me anymore, and the sound of a window breaking filled my ears.

My powers hadn't really manifested until that moment. There had been little things here and there that weren't really that noticable, but in that moment I realized something. I was different.

And it was definitely something I couldn't ignore because I had just flung my attacker out this huge window and out head first onto the blacktop.

They ruled it as a suicide.

I ran the whole way home, after putting my clothes on and gathering my things.

I tried to kill myself directly afterwards. Obviously that didn't work.