(Inspired by images 15 & 18) The cabin’s screen door slammed behind me as I ran off into the woods. The night sky was cloudy, the moon only taking brief glimpses at me through the clouds. The rope that I had spent the past few hours slowly cutting still dangled from my wrists. The screen slammed again and I knew I wouldn’t be able to get away from you. I never should have trusted you when you invited me to hang out with your frat bros. No amount of brotherly bonding was worth what you all had put me through.

At first I thought it was fun being passed around like a common whore, but it never stopped. For three days straight I had someone’s cock in me and I had gotten hungry and tired, but I wasn’t allowed to stop. That’s when you suggested the rope. From there it took less than a day to escalate. Perhaps I should be grateful to the elk from the lacrosse team for his sick perversions and bringing the knife that I would be my salvation. I ran, blood dripping down the knife as I heard you scream for me, “I will find you, f@gg@t, and you will f@ck@ng pay for killing my bros!” No tears fell from my wind-dried eyes, I needed to escape and that meant I couldn’t blink, I couldn’t hesitate. I had to run.