#writersnetwork#mirakee Everyday, with every new rape case, We're only learning how to be an inconspicuous victim. Every rape case has a 'see, that's why she ended up like that. So you don't do that anymore.' conclusion. I'm scared, my parents are scared. They sit at the edge of their seats, phones clutched, news on. When I'm out after dark. This is not the country we asked for! This is not the freedom people gave their lives for! A teenage girl buys more pepper spray supplements than cosmetics. Shops for pocket knives instead of accessories. Is always just one click away from 'SOS calls' This is not the damn country we asked for! I share my location soon as I close the cab door. Make the protocol call, and pretend to talk, even if there's no one on the other side. It doesn't matter if I'm wearing a knee length dress or a ankle length, full sleeve top with leggings underneath. It doesn't matter if I have smoked eyes or dark circles. It doesn't matter if I'm at the mall or at the temple. It doesn't matter if I'm with my parents or friends or alone, day or night. I can literally feel their hungry stares, the hair on my by back always straight. Nothing really matters, as long as you're a girl. This is not the country I asked for!