It's funny to think that just last night, I was reading through the LJ of a woman whose friend has just been raped.

To begin my story...

Everyone was out. My parents were off to a wedding. My brother had CAT. The seminar today was cancelled, so it was just me and my 6 year-old sister. We went out for lunch and also to see the Princess Diaries 2. At SM. I never like watching movies there, but it's closest to home.

We came into the theater and sat at the very middle. I always like sitting at the middle. What I don't like, however, are people with long necks, people who try to have long heads, people with huge heads, people with P. Soliven-like hairdos, or people with long legs add to that, hard shoes. But I tolerated the ass behind me.

Halfway through the movie, a guy came in the theater and sat two seats to my left (my sister was at my right). A few minutes later, he switched seats and sat at the seat next to me. Ok, fine. Then a few minutes later, I felt his legs touch my legs. *buzzer* Wrong move. I scooted farther to my right, I was suffocating my sister, who didn't mind as she seemed to be enjoying all too much the lovey-dovey scenes.

I started to get uneasy. His legs were spread apart. Abnormally wide, even. That was when I realized he was petting an object.

It can't be, I thought. This was a kid's movie, for crying out loud. He was even laughing at the childish jokes. It looked like he was petting some sort of guinea pig. I would like to believe he was petting a guinea pig. If not, he could be petting the armrest we shared. Well then if it was the armrest he was petting, then he was awfully close to me. Well he was petting SOMETHING.

It was horrible. I kept glancing to my right, figuring out what he was doing, hoping to God he wasn't doing what I thought he was. My mind was already thinking if he lays one cum-filled finger on my leg, I swear his face would have marks redder than Prince William's face.

But I still wasn't certain what this ass was up to. Then I heard it. The *zzziiip* sound was unmistakable. He was zipping himself up, seemingly done with his 20 minutes of sad act of self-stimulation.

I immediately whispered to my sister to come with me to the bathroom. We got out stayed in the restroom for a few minutes. We went back into the theater and sat in different seats. But what if? What if we stayed there? What if I never noticed that disgusting deed of his? What if I allowed his legs to touch my legs? I'd be sitting there next to a violator without even knowing. And yes, I feel violated.

That vile and wretched son of a bitch should never be allowed to get into cinemas. Much less movies for children. I'm having trouble picturing myself in an SM cinema again. Classically conditioned? Maybe. Too many wrong things go on in there. It's hard to come in there with my [supposedly] innocent sister. It all the more makes me want to protect her from the evils of the world (then I'd have to remind myself that my parents' protection is what gives me reason to rebel).

I'll avoid SM for now. I'll be avoiding men even more now.

Today, I was violated. I will tell the world about sick creatures like them. Then we can live at a better place.