I wrote this a few months ago for a flash fiction contest. I didn’t place, so I still have the rights to it.
The Wolf Won
By Bree Ervin
It was not enough to say, “He did it.” It was not enough to prove he did it. It was not enough to be hurt, damaged, broken, shattered to dust.
I also had to rise, like the phoenix, collecting my ashes into a new whole.
A powerful whole; hellbent on fighting back, shouting loud, making my truth heard.
But it still wasn’t enough.
I had been a victim once before.
And no one will believe you twice.