Break My Wishbone

I would have yelled in agonizing pain, but I held it in, bottled it all up with rocks at the bottom of it. I would toss it in the deepest part of the ocean; let the rocks take it to the sandy floor below, in the darkness, hoping the waters wouldn't bring it back. I did it for the image of the Raphael everyone knew. Like as if nothing could break me, but I was broken. (rape/non-con)