So I was watching a TV show in the middle of the afternoon, which I hardly ever do. I was looking over my Voice Over Auditions and they required a voice to sound like the Narrator on this Particular Show, so I clicked on my new handy dandy Netflix Account and off I went. I thought I would be able to watch five minutes of the show and get the character down to do the Voice Over. I should know better. Anyone telling a good story….I’m a sucker for….for life ….nevermind an episode’s worth of storytelling.
All of a sudden I was ALL the Characters in this show. I was the girl who took away her friend’s Boyfriend in the heat of sexual passion. I was the caring boy watching from afar…never thinking I could have anybody, never mind, someone as gorgeous and popular as this girl had been…I was the gorgeous girl who KNEW she could have ANYBODY….but mostly….I was the young naive, beautiful angel girl that found herself in trouble and texted her brother for help, for she found herself being sexually violated as I was those many a times…. because I trusted his charming words instead of his Piggish intentions.
Then all of a sudden things became quite dramatic, and I found myself almost on top of the screen of my computer in a rigid….can’t take my eyes away from the screen…terrorized anticipation. THe BROTHER! THe brother came to the rescue! He looked at his text from his sister….he was having the biggest dream night date of his own with the gorgeous, popular, boarding school girl,….but he tore himself away….tore up the stairs looking wildly for his sister, with his date, who was the one that cheated on her best friend with her boyfriend.(turns out what really happened is they fell big time in love and she left their town and went to boarding school to punish herself…but that’s another story…). By this time my face was all but buried in my computer screen, and I was ELATED and so relieved that the angel girl got SAVED! And even Better…by her Brother! Mission Accomplished…. My pumping adrenalin found it’s way back into it’s snail shell. Then came the tears.
No one saved me. I didn’t know how to save me. Kiss and don’t tell. I didn’t tell. For a long time. About all the times. I keep thinking they are gone….”those episodes…” I wish someone saved me. I wish I could have saved myself. Maybe it’s not too late.