In a dark subdued room sat a girl, once very strong and confident, broken and in tears. She had never dreamed of how quick her happiness could be stripped away. One article of clothing at a time, she now felt exposed, vulnerable, and dirty. A guilt not cause by anything that she had done, but by what had been done to her, now crushing her.

In a corner of a room stands what one would see as a boy, with a since of demented accomplishment in his eyes and sadistic grin across his face, he replies with two simple words,”lighten up.”