He touched my nipple

He touched my nipple.

I was fourteen. In this hospital bed. I was waking up after two days of darkness.

I was dizzy. Still dizzy from the drugs. The one they give you not to feel the pain. The pain when they cut off your skin with this transparent and sterile scalpel.

He came in carrying some medecine. In his white blouse and hollow smile.

He saw me, he said. A couple of hours earlier, in my hospital bed. He liked my face, my figure.

My eyes were barely opening. I was barely registering what was happening.

Then

I

felt

it.

His thick fingers had touched it.

my nipples.

This disgusting he-nurse had put his horrendous hand under my hospital blouse and touched my nipples.

He smiled. Asked me if I was a virgin.

My eyes were furious. They spoke hatred. My mouth kept shut. Out of disgust, dizziness, tiredness.

My mouth never said it. I keep the humiliation to myself.

Whenever I remember, I take a shower and clean myself.

 

~ by thegirlinroom95 on May 19, 2008.