WOW

1 Intro Agh, what the fuck! (I couldn’t see. My clothing was going everywhere.) ‘Go on! Give it, the black fucker!’ ‘Me next!’ Help. ‘Oi, nigger, you don’t belong here, and we’re going to teach you why.’ My father flashed between my eyes. I didn’t know why. Blackness filled my eyes. (Unbeknown to me, it was blood from my head.) Agh! I felt pain between my legs. I felt cold and useless. They pinned me down as if I was on a stretcher. The third person, even though strong, was very quiet. Not even a punch did he give me, but he just held me down as if he was required to. ‘Gary, Jerry, help me! Where the fuck are you?’ ‘Shut the black cunt up! I’ve not finished yet.’ What the hell was happening to me? I had only come out for a drink with my friends whilst we were camping in the lodge of the hall we were staying in for the weekend, and it was only 600 yards from home. Being young guys, we wanted to prove to our elders we could behave responsibly. Hahahahahahaha. I swear there was a blade on my back, because I was getting even colder. Fuck, I was being raped. Tears were streaming down. Me—I couldn’t figure out why me! My world was flashing before my eyes. So many thoughts at once were going through my head. My father taught me never to use my strength in violence, but what else can I do when my life was flashing before my eyes and my anger was coming out of me? I restrained the guy to my right, then I heard the man who was raping me—‘Carry on, you black cunt, and I’ll mark you.’ I screamed even more. ‘For God’s sake, help me!’ How and why was this happening to me? How could I stop it, and why weren’t my friends here to help me in my time of need? If I was drunk or being stupid, I’d understand, but none of that was me. Someone tried to gag me but couldn’t because his hand was too small to cover my mouth, and I bit him. I got yet another blow to my face, and I kept on screaming and screaming and screaming. ‘Help me please!’ I kept screaming as I felt like there was nothing left of me, and my grip was getting tighter on the person to my right—if I was dying, so was he! [I don’t know how to write a book.] I felt nothing for the guy to my right—only hatred and revenge. As my dad said, ‘If you can’t win, at least bring one of them down with you.’ I am not for giving up. [To do this much has taken me three hours, and it’s 4.17 a.m.] The pain was intensifying, and their power was greater than mine. The thoughts spinning through my head were about what to do next, as I was there alone, cold, wet, and in pain. How the fuck did this happen to me when I was just walking back to the tent to carry on the party and enjoy what was an eventful night? Oh, I did hope God was with me as I went through the disgusting act being performed on me. ‘Oi,’ I heard vaguely. ‘Oi, lads, over here!’ You lot, what the fuck you doing! I felt a release, but I still held on to the one to my right. However, I was beaten down till I released him. Bang! Crash! I hit the floor, and I felt terror run through me again as I’m gripped by solid hands on both sides. Tears were flowing, and the Lord’s Prayer was going through my head. I couldn’t go through that again. These guys were stronger, and my energy was way down. I was shivering as I feared death was upon me, and there was nothing—absolutely nothing—I could fucking do.