Is it just wetness or did I piss myself? Did I bleed? I couldn't see it in the darkness. I didn't even try, really. It took me until we got to the car to even take my half-fist out of my mouth. Maybe the blood from my hands is running between my legs. Am I leaving red marks on the sidewalk? I'm too scared to turn back and check. Walk faster. Walk faster.

I thought I was getting a burger out of this. At least. Looking at McDonald's and seeing little kids play has never hurt my insides before. I stop in and get my own burger, but I feel nauseous after the first bite. I still have his taste on my tongue and between my teeth, running down my throat: a big cockroach thirsty for every bit of blood I have left. The kids' laughter stings my ears as I try to wash the bugs down with one soda after the other. I can't go home now. I can't go home.

"Why can't you?" she asks as she appears right by me, pulling a strand of auburn hair out of her face, revealing her big brown eyes and rosy cheeks. I can't say anything because if I open my mouth, I'll puke on her beautiful red dress. "I like your skirt," she says, not bothered by my silence. Can't you see I'm dirty, little girl? Can't you see I'm bleeding?

She holds my fingers one by one, examining my rings, clueless to where my hands have been. She likes them all, so do I, but not right now. I'm a whore, little girl, and you'll grow up to be one as well. All women do: whores to their men, whores to their homes, to their friends and family and jobs and children. Legs-spread slaves, always looking for the right words to say and sweet move to make. We're the ones who always get fucked, my child, you'll learn and you'll burn, but it won't change a thing.

I switch my gaze down to her shiny shoes. I'm feeling sick. That piece of burger feels like a fetus torturing my stomach, screaming to get out. I'm... I'm about to...

Her shoes aren't shining anymore, after I let go of a million dead babies inside me. She spreads her arms, staring at me, shocked and disgusted.

I get up and stand right in front of her, my shadow covering her highlights. "Those burgers will kill you," I say, "see you around."