On the hospital bed she lied, With tears dripping from her eyes. Her wounds were pacified, But her soul, still horrified. She closed her eyes, And the flashback started playing. A beautiful and warm dawn it was, Making her even prettier than she was. She was walking home, With the trophy she had won. Being the best dancer in her school, She was pretty, charming, and cool. Slowly the sun faded, Making her face white from orange. She pulled over her jacket, As she was told not to roam in shorts. She then started getting uncomfortable, When a man, older, approached her. And her face started showing horror, When their number increased from one to four. She took out her phone and tapped the SOS, And at the mean time felt something hit her head. She woke up by a pain, Which was not external, but internal. she opened her eyes and saw them, The four monsters in form of human. She was tied and between two of them, While her clothes thrown a distance away. The phone was off so the SOS didn't work, And the jacket too failed to save her. The trophy was thrown away, And her mind was blank as hell. Faces changed but the pain remained same, She was trapped in the lust of four men. Then the flashback came to an end, Her pretty eyes were now all swelled. She now hated herself who was marked by them, And so did her family and friends. She was the one blamed for this act, What did she do wrong? Wearing shorts or roaming after dark, Or being born in this shitty arc? She stood and kissed her trophy, Then locked the door from inside. She has suffered a lot, And refused to do so anymore. She was tagged as impure, And would be judged wherever she go. Her dreams were already crushed, There was nothing more she needed to live for. So she snapped the needle, And her skin was painted red. "Ah it hurts" she says, With a smile on her face. She lies there on the floor, Her life spewing all over. While those monsters sleep peacefully, In the jail room for years. And just like that she is forgotten with time, Just for her fate to be relived by someone else. And it all repeats again, like a sick loop, Waiting for justice in the hope of change.