Tainted

Tears rolled down her face, and her arms were wrapped around her, trying to hold what was left of her together. She'd lost the battle. She was no longer that beautiful, innocent girl she was that morning. Her innocence was gone.
What was left was a hollow girl, the light gone from her eyes, reduced to a crying mess on his bedroom floor. She'd go on to live, though not surviving. Each day a battle, a battle to see if her pain would overcome her.
Each day she'd find, she got a little bit better. It wasnt a good way to forget.
To forget his sweet words, telling her he loved her, he'd never hurt her.
To forget his hand sliding up her leg, up her skirt.
To forget how he'd held her still, with only his weight against hers as he took what he wanted, not even thinking of the girl beneath him.
In the days after, she'd push it from her mind, and concentrate on making her family and her friends think she was happy. Normal.
At nights, the memories would push back into her mind, remaining as she fell asleep, giving her nightmares that no one ever knew about.
Months will go by, and sh'ed forget completely. Sh'ed meet some new friends, and they'd think she was happy too. But soon they'd learn the truth. Some would threaten to make Him ever regret doing what he did.
But they'd never get the chance.
The pain became too much for her, as she struggled alone. All it took were just a few pills. No one would notice, no one would care.
They'd all forget her, just as they'd done before.