Broken hope

chapter - 3

walking down the lifeless road i feel the air get cooler. It's around 6:15 PM i've been wondering around for a while. The road is empty, no cars going by, nobody walking about. It's almost like a ghost town, but Rosa city has always been like that. It's a small town and few people live here. The winter winds kick in and i shiver. I should be getting home, but whats there? The house is just as cold as out here.

I make my way home anyway. Walking past all the the abandoned buildings. I near an allyway. One thats all to familiar to me. Just being close to it gives me goose bumps. A horrible expirence was occured there. I try to block the memories but they come flooding back and i relive the memory.

It was around 12:15 in the morning. I was walking back home, and i came down this street. I knew it was dangerous to be out this late and i needed to get home fast. I heard footsteps behind me and this scary feeling came to me. I began to get paranoid and picked up my pace.

I didnt dare look back. But the footsteps seemed to get faster along with mine. I then broke out in a run out of fear. But they were faster, and as soon as i turned to look behind me i was grabbed. I tried screaming but their hands covered my mouth quickly.

I was dragged into this ally and fear corrupted me. I realized it was a man. And so many thoughts flooded my head. But the one question that stood out was,

' what was he going to do to me?'

Before i knew it, i was thrown against the ground, my head hitting the building wall.

" Give me your money!" He demanded. It was too dark for me to see his face.

" I...I dont have any money. please! I'm sorry" I cried out. He didnt say anything more. he just started beating me for no reason. My cries wernt loud enough for someone to hear.

Hit after hit after hit. It was worse than my mom. He was stronger. He didnt stop, i could literally feel my ribs being broken by his forceful kicks. Then he stopped. He searched me for any money. But i didnt have anything on me.

He mumbled, " Shit. what a waste of time." And then one last kick to my gut and I yelped in pain. He ran away, leaving me. So much pain I could barly move.

Why me? what did I ever do to deserve this? Why do I always get hurt? I kept asking myself. All I wanted to do was die right there. I didnt want to live any longer. I just wanted the pain to end. I then went unconscious.

When i woke i was still in the ally and my body was still in pain. I climed to my feet ingnoreing all the pain. And I limped my way to the hospital near by. I was lucky it was so close. i was taken care of. And they asked me what happened. I lied and said I fell out of a tree and landed on a rock. The lady eyed me suspiciously. I ignored it.

The next question caught me off guard.

" Where's your parents?"

" They,.... um... They'er on a vacation in.... Hawaii." I lied again.

" Ok, im gonna have to call them," She said." Whats their number?"

I gave her our house phone number, knowing that no one would answer. She could just leave a message. i filled out the billing info and gave them my address so they could send the bill. I then left and went home. Rested and healed. I told myself to try and forget this ever happened, but it was another memory added to the many i had that brought me nightmares.

Walking past the ally I shake the dreadful thought out of my head. I hate the fact that i cant forget these memories, no, nightmares. No matter how hard I try they dont go away and i'm reminded about them all the time. It seems all life wants to do is beat me up to see how far it can push me and then remind me with all the memories. I hate it and maybe if I was dead I wouldnt have to remember any of this and not relive all the pain. Maybe if i just was gone it would all be better. no one would notice, my parents would be happier. And all the pain would be gone right?

I walk in my house with the thought still in mind. Heading toarwds the kitchen and grabbing a knife. If only i was dead the pain would stop, it would all stop, the memories, the hurt, the regretfulness, the shame everything it would all be gone and everything would be better.