College Saporosity at its finest...

I wasn't even that mad, but the motions were already in my body: get dressed, gather belongings, stay silent, leave.

I didn't even have to think about what was happening.

Did I mention I wasn't even mad?

I stormed out of the house, plunging into the rape infested neighborhood, though- these days...what college town isn't rape infested?

Moments after, I heard the sound of foot steps behind me.

I can't remember what he said. I can't remember what I said.

And after he dropped out of sight I was afraid to turn around.

Mad that he'd be there, and mad that he wouldn't.