Rapist Narrative

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I am gonna tell y’all about the day I saw my rapist’s name plastered on the front page of every newspaper in the country. November 27 started the same as any other day for me. I woke up to the sound of my neighbor vacuuming. Tired and irritated, I pulled the covers back over my head and pushed my ears into my pillow only to wake up to my alarm sounding five minutes later. It was 6AM time to start getting ready for work. I worked as a receptionist for a law firm, I was the only women who worked there. I turned on the radio and Eruption by Van Halen blasted over the radio. While I swayed to the beat I picked out a pair of pumps, a blouse and a skirt and laid it out on my bed. I walked into the tiny bathroom in my tiny apartment and splashed some cold water on my face. When I looked in the mirror, I could see the evidence of yet another sleepless night through the dark bags under my bright blue eyes. I pulled my long curly brown hair back into a tight pony tail. As I got dressed the dread of yet another long day of work washed over me. I left the …show more content…

John cleared his throat and continued, “At 10:55 Supervisor Harvey Milk and Mayor George Moscone were assassinated,” A unanimous gasp rose among all the men. Pure shock, that’s the only emotion I felt at hearing this devastating news. I had followed Harvey Milk’s career since he had been elected roughly a year earlier. Harvey Milk being the first openly gay man elected to public office had made tremendous leaps for the gay community. “I’m giving you all the rest of the day off to call your families and tell them you love them. In times like this it’s important to remember and cherish the things that we do have,” Everyone dispersed, gathered their things and began to file out of the door. I stayed where I was too stunned to move. Soon John and I were the only people left in the

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