She woke up in the middle of the afternoon, her hands clammy with sweat even as her heart beat faster, constricting her ribcage. She felt his hands on her, the feeling of dirtiness pervading all her senses, her mind. She stood in the shower every day, letting the water run, willing it to wash away her nightmares of his touch. She diligently scrubbed herself each time trying to remove any traces of his fingers on her, till one day she peeled the skin of her arm in her frenetic need to remove any sign of his assault on her. They said get on with your life. She tried. But every time she thought she got the better of it, she would wake up at night with her own hands clutching at her throat, desperately trying to breathe, her nails bitten to unrecognisable stems, the panic sucking her into a vortex of never-ending despair.
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