A bad feeling is supposed to wash over you when something bad is about to happen. That’s what I was always told. You can just feel you’re in danger. I didn’t feel anything.

I walked along the forest path with the same comfortable feeling I always had. I was very familiar with the trail and there was no way to get lost or wander off anyway since both sides of the path led into town. And I had been down the path a handful of times to take photos and enjoy warm summer days under the shade of the trees. And that day I was walking through was just like any other. No feelings of impending doom—just a little bit of rain which wasn’t unusual for that time of year.  I slowly strolled down the path, careful to stop at every rose bush and patch of sky that shined through a break in the trees. I didn’t think to skip one or to quicken my pace even when the thunder started roaring. The rain was warm and I didn’t mind getting soaked.

As an hour slowly passed by I reached my car, but upon checking my pockets I realized my keys were missing. I sighed in frustration and began walking back down the path. I didn’t hesitate. There wasn’t a voice in my head that told me to just call my dad or a friend to come help me open my car or take me home or even help me look for my keys. I just walked my way back down the trail retracing my steps slowly. The enclosing thunder clouds darkened the sky making it difficult to search for my keys but I didn’t turn back. I walked half way down the path before I felt an arm wrap around my throat from behind, pinning me quickly into a head lock. I gasped but no air could reach my lungs or escape them. My attacker threw me to the ground bashing my head against a rock. The last thing I remember was something wet trickling down my face and my vision blurring before I slipped away completely.

A bad feeling is supposed to wash over you when something bad is about to happen. That’s what I was always told. You can just feel you’re in danger. I didn’t feel anything. There could be a million reasons to why. Maybe only some people get feelings like that, maybe some people have a guardian angel watching over them and I just didn’t, maybe I was just plain out naïve or dense.

Or maybe it’s because I was a seventeen year old boy and society says things like this just don’t happen to us.

 

I feel this short story address an issue that we have in our society concerning young boys and men. Society conditions us to believe boys/men can’t be victimized and that if they are attacked or raped they should have just fought back as seen clearly in this poem:

www.youtube.com/watch?v=Loyfun…

It’s a problem that needs to be addressed and we all know a short story isn’t going to do the trick.

Published by Skyler Winder