Stella finally realized that the young man was gone, and let out a huge sigh of relief. Her heart racing, she shakily rose to her feet, only to stumble against the wall. Never before… during her entire life...has she ever felt so...weak. Dark brown falling to hide her expression, the girl went into the bathroom...to take yet another shower. It felt good to wash off his bodily substances, but it did nothing to wash away the feeling of him inside of her. Both hands came to rest on the tile wall, her head bowed as she let the water beat onto her back and head. I can’t believe...he did that to me...she thought. I can’t believe it… Ashamed, disgusted, and a number of emotions she couldn’t put a name to, eventually the girl went to bed, only to be bombarded with nightmares. And so, the next day came with a sense of dread and of sleepiness on her part.
Dark brown eyes, with circles underneath, kept to the ground as the young woman walked to class, which was unusual to start with. Stella went to her locker, putting in the combination before opening it. There was only two textbooks inside, but she switched one out for the one she had in her possession...that way she could be prepared for class.