The Moon Is Shining (MjFantasy)

Chapter 2 - The beginning of the end

When I opened my eyes, I couldn't see anything of what was around me. I was still in a deep darkness. All I could see was a little window that was on the wall, just in front of me. There were bars on it, like the windows that you could find in a jail cell... Or in a psychiatric hospital. The light was so low that it wasn't even reaching the center of the room.
I was shaking from the coldness of the area. I curled up, trying to warm my body when I froze once again. I was only wearing my underwear. All my clothes were gone.

But what were they going to do to me ? Why did they take my clothes off ? I stayed like this for a while, scared and in shock, asking myself a million of questions, but I just couldn't find the answers. A sensation of discomfort overwhelmed, I began to feel anxious and my belly hurt me really bad while my body began to shake again.

Suddenly, a door opened and quickly the room was flooded with light. I could finally see where I was standing. The room was really small. There was a small bed, made of iron, with a really thin mattress. The pillow and the blanket were as thin as the mattress was. It was the only piece of furniture in the room.

A bed.
Nothing else.

The walls were dilapidated and the paint on it was peeling away. I felt like I was in the room of a psychiatric hospital. That was disturbing.

A man came in. It took me only five seconds to recognize him : it was my aggressor.
I didn't even feel myself getting up to face him. My breath sped up and the room was so cold that some steam was getting out of my mouth every time I was exhaling.

He came closer.

Every time he was taking a step forward, I was taking one backwards, until my back met the wall.
He blocked my body against the wall with his and he lifted me up really easily, as if I was a feather. His hands were around my neck and, once again, I was suffocating.

- So tell me... Did our little bitch slept well ? He said.
- Let me go ! I answered, struggling as I could.
He pressed a little bit more his hands around my neck. I began to feel myself in the point to pass out.
- Listen to me carefully now little bitch, you're gonna stop struggling or I'm going to thrust a fucking knife in your skull right away and I'll let you hanged here until, your body rot, did you hear me ?

I heard him, and the vision he was giving me made my stomach turn. He still smell the alcohol and the cigarette. He finally released me and let my body fall to the floor. I coughed powerfully, that bastard almost crushed my neck. He pulled out something from his pocket and pressed it against my chest, cutting my bra and leaving the sensation of a burn mark on my skin. I pressed a finger on the area and felt my warm blood running out from the cut.

I gasped. He cut me with a knife and now I'm bleeding.

« Fuck... Why is he doing this to me ? »

- Take that as a warning, little slut. Next time, I'll cut your boobs. Entirely.

He left the room, leaving me there. Hurt and powerless. I sat on the floor in the knee-chest position and began to cry slowly. I wasn't understanding what the fuck was happening to me. I felt a pain from my right leg. Oh. Right, it's from that pain that I fell and that I let those bastards get me, I completely forgot about this. I pressed my hand against my leg.

It was another wound. A fucking bullet wound. Those jerks shot my leg. I let out a plaintive cry as I was touching the dry blood around the wound. I couldn't do anything. More and more blood was running out of the cut on my chest.

« It is so fucking painful... Why can he come back here and kill me right now ? »

I crawled to the bed and curled up in the thin blanket. I stayed there, lost in my thoughts for a while.
Suddenly, somebody opened the door. I closed my eyes, without even turning around to see who it was. I felt like just seeing HIS face could kill me immediately. I heard the door being closed and footsteps coming closer. I held my breath without even noticing it. A little jingling was accompanying every step and the smell of food filled the room.
I opened my eyes and my stomach rumbled really loudly. I was starving.

The person who just came in, sat in front of the bed, she was facing me, putting a plate in front of me.

At first, I couldn't see who it was, it was too dark. But I knew that the silhouette was tall and that it wasn't my aggressor or the other jerk, but I still wasn't relieved. We haven't said anything for a while. We were just staring at each other, in the darkness and the silence.

- You should eat something, I know that you're starving. You don't want to die here in that shit-hole, don't you ?
He said this with a really soft, yet strict, voice.

I took a deep breath :
- I'd rather die right now. I don't want to leave another minute if I have to go through all those things again. I'm done.
A long silence took place after I pronounced my sentence. He moved and touched my leg. I tried to resist, but he stopped my movement.

- Shh... You're hurt. Let me at least take care of it. He whispered.
- How did you know that I was hurt ?
- Stop asking me questions and let me treat your leg.
But I wasn't going to let him get away with this.
- You saw them bringing me here, don't you ?
He didn't answer. He was trying to look at my leg.
- You saw them bringing me here. You saw my leg. You're on their side.

This time, he sneered :
- Listen, I'm trying to help your ass right now, in case you hadn't already noticed, so now you've got two solutions. You can let me treat your leg, or you can continue to piss me off and then I'll leave that room, your wound will be infected, because this place is really far from clean, and you'll die here alone in an atrocious pain. I don't give a fuck about your fate. You're just so pathetic right now, that I felt sorry for you.

His words hurt me. He just don't know how I feel right now. I'm hurt, powerless, afraid and disturbed. Tears began to run down my cheeks, but fortunately it was too dark for him to see them. I let out a cry of pain when his fingers touched the wound. He pulled out a flashlight and oriented it in the direction of my leg.
- The bullet is still in your leg. I have to ease it out with a tweezers. Hold still and don't scream.

« “ Don't scream “ ? He's going to take out a fucking bullet from my leg and he is asking me to stay calm ? Seriously ? »

He was staring at me, trying to watch out for my reaction.
I knew that it was going to hurt. It was going to hurt me badly. But I couldn't stay with a bullet stuck in my leg. I took a piece of the thin, dusty blanket and put it in my mouth, biting it hard.
He took a deep breath and I saw his long brown fingers around a tweezers, in front of the wound.
- Ready ?

Did I have the choice ?

He pushed the tweezers slowly in my wound. The pain overwhelmed me immediately and I let out a cry of pain, muffled by the blanket which was still in my mouth.
But faster than I thought, he eased it out and it was over. He cleaned and bandaged my leg. I thought it was over, and that he was going to leave.

But, thanks to his flashlight, he saw a damn blood stain in the mattress coming from my chest.
- You've got another wound ?
- No... I said slowly. I didn't want him to see my chest
He got up and pulled the blanket off me, taking me by surprise. I gasped. But it didn't matter anymore, he saw it.

His fingers barely touched the edges of the wound. I was hiding my chest.
- You know, I've already seen many chests in my life. You don't have to hide yourself.

« Gosh, how that guy can make me so angry ? I don't care about how many chests he saw in his life, I don't want him to see mine, and that's it ! Oh my God, I met him only ten minutes ago and he's already pissing me off. »

I still didn't move my hands. I heard him chuckle.
- Okay, do as you want girl, but I'll clean your wound. I don't care if you allow me to do so, or not.
I wanted to protest but I knew that he was serious, so I stayed passive.
He slowly cleaned my chest and my belly. The sensation of his fingers on my skin was giving me goose bumps.

When he finished, he sat down next to me and I put back the blanket around my naked skin. He gave me the plate that he brought with him.

- Eat now.
I was hungry and even if I didn't know what was in this plate, I didn't have the choice and I decided to eat. It was a warm plate of mac&cheese. I felt myself smiling a little bit while I was eating.

- And my name is Michael by the way. Michael Jackson.
- Thanks for the meal Michael, and my name is Moon. I said blankly.
He looked at me, a little bit surprised first, but soon he pulled himself back together.
- Do you know where we are right now ?
- I don't, but I'm sure that you do. Enlighten me.


Suddenly, I heard him take a deep breath and the atmosphere became oppressive.

- Shit... 

And then he said three words. Three words, and I came back to reality. Three words and I felt like somebody was snatching my heart out of my chest.

- HE is back.