He is smiling, and I see myself caught in his teeth.

He is a person, like you, like me.

It hurts, but words like "no" are like flocks of sleeping sheep in my mouth to this hunter of innocence. 

This...person

It was raining when it happened. I will always remember the rain. The sound, like bullets, the taste of copper as I bit my tongue. The smell of vodka on his breath only added to my nausea. I kept listening to the rain, waiting for some gleam of sunlight to wake me up from this darkness.