I liked you back then

It started when you transfered in my school. Let's just say that for a newbie, you kind of adopted well in our school and easily befriended everyone, including the ones you shouldn't have.

You excelled in every aspect, you became the fresh sunshine in a hazy familiarity. I liked you back then, not because of your popularity or the beauty you posses. What I liked about you was the calm and comfortable feeling you hold with merely your existence. Sitting behind your favorite spot in the cafeteria was my utmost happiness, because back there I can hear your laughter, back there I can watch you without looking like a creep.

But it ended quite fast, the happiness you used to shower upon everyone was stolen in my very eye. Your laughter died down, it turned into a frown, and soon, emptiness. Everyone demanded explanations from the people they call your friends. And the answers were passed to every available ears, except that it was fake.

One day you disappeared, just poof! And you're gone. No goodbye's to your teachers and friends, everybody didn't even have a clue. But I do, the nerd, nobody, geek, lousy me knew the real story.
There's always a first time in everything right? And that first time will never be forgotten, especially when it's about witnessing a crime in the first time , and the victim being the first girl I'm infatuated with.

It happened on a Friday night, I was looking forward to going home quicker and decided to take the shortcut. It was the deserted street behind the bakeshop, I was half walking, half running when I heard hushed laughter and a supressed scream of anger and fear.

Spending a lot of time just listening to you talking to your friends, I recognized your voice in an instant. I stopped walking and quickly traced the noise, and that was somewhat a mistake. I should have taken a deep breath, I should have heard the warning signs because nothing of my past experience compared to the dread I felt when I saw you.

Held firmly with your back against the ground, naked under a naked football captain, pushing in and out of you. His one hand on the ground and the other on your mouth, the pink blanket underneath you were screaming bloody red. But what made me wanna throw up are the hands that restrained you from fighting your rapist, the hands that completely worked your upper clothes off.

There, kneeling beside you were the ones you called your bestfriends, Perry, Dan, and Maxine. Dan, or Danica was holding both your hands above your head to assist the crime, Perry and Maxine on the other hand were just looking like some sex crazed girls. And seconds after I regained my breath, I realized that they were also three naked men who were just putting their clothes back.

With my shaky hands, I cleared my mind and called the police with a hushed please that they come as fast as they can. Not that I'm afraid of being caught, I'm just aware that my skinny body won't help your case if I meddle without having a plan. I was only able to get a good grip of my bravery when I heard the sirene and the police car screeching on the scene of the crime.

They were all frozen in place, with the police guns pointed at them and the authority they have. Your friends started crying and shouting against each other, but that bastard didn't stop pushing in and out of you so I gathered all my strenght and kicked him as hard as I can.

There I saw you lying so still. Eyes open and empty, your face was full of sweat and tears. The only thing I was able to do was to cover you with my sweater because not only that you're naked but it was freezing too.

I thought it was all the misery you had to deal with. That aside from the trauma, anger and pain, it was over. So I went to school the next week without knowing what to expect, but surely I didn't  had my sanity stolen to think of what's about to come.

I went to school and found you sitting in the same spot on the cafeteria, with your eyes screaming emptiness, surrounded by your friends. And then it hit me like a soccerpunch, Dan was the Mayor's daughter and Maxine was the School Administrator. Justice was deaf, connections were more powerful than the victim's cry, and I witnessed that.

You left the state and I'm glad you did. You deserve your justice and yet you weren't able to get it. So here I am, 16 years later, sitting in the judge's chair, making sure that justice will be serve in every case I handle. I was not able to file a case against your friends and rapists for what they did to you, but I was able to dig every crime they were guilty with. They are all now in jail, serving the justice you deserve. I liked you back then...but I'm glad you left the place where life ruined you.