Amanda ran as quickly as she could towards the shelf that had a bunch of multi-colored towels stacked on top of each other. I gasped, breathing in and out, trying to escape from the pain that I was experiencing. My waist still stung like I'd been bitten by a bunch of bees, and the feeling of my blood running down my body was absoulutly frightening. I saw the blood seeping through my shirt, ruining every bit of it. I gasped again, looking over at Amanda, dying for help.
I watched Amanda jump for the top shelf, trying to grab a towel. I examined the room, looking for something that would help.
"AMANDA!" I shouted, gasping in pain.
"WHAT?!"
"OVER THERE, RIGHT CORNER, THERE'S A STOOL!!!" I screaming, gasping for words, my hands covering my wound.
"THANKS!" She yelled back, grabbing the stool and placing it to where she was trying to reach.
Surprisingly, this isn't the worst thing that has happened to me. I knew in my heart that I wasn't just freaking out because of the pain; let's face it, I'm used to that. What was really bothering me, was the thought of that guy showing up out of nowhere and just "deciding" to rape me. All of those times my mother beat me up, all of the times I've cried from my broken heart, and all of the times I've sat by my window every night and wished that something good could happen to me. But, NO, I just HAVE to have someone completely ruin everything good that was going to happen in my life. Maybe that guy was a sign, that I shouldn't even try running away, because I'll never get far. Next thing you know, I'll get hit by a car! I mean, why did everything bad happen to me? Why couldn't at least SOME good happen to me?
Tears started to roll down my cheeks again, screaming for an explaination. I took my bloody hands off of my waist and covered my face. My hair burried into my hands, as well as my tears. I could hear footsteps running towards me, but I didn't care. I wish I could die right now, just to put me out of my misery. Let me lose all of my blood, it's not like I've had anything to live for in my life.
"LYDIA!" I could hear Amanda scream, those footsteps getting closer and faster.
"Lydia, it's okay, you're going to be okay." She assured me, pressing the towel on my wound.
Suddenly, I felt duck tape press onto the other side of my waist.
"What are you doing?!" I screamed, not removing my hands from my face.
"I'm going to keep this towel on your waist by duck-taping it. I looked everywhere for band-aids, but there isn't any. If you keep this on you for at least 30 minutes, you won't lose anymore blood."
"HOW DO YOU KNOW?!" I screamed.
"Because, the more pressure that is on it, the less you're going to lose. Don't worry, everything's going to be okay. Just breathe, in and out." Amanda said, breathing with me.
I breathed in and out, in and out, in and out, until I felt like I couldn't breathe anymore. I could feel my brain getting dizzy, my eyes starting to close, and all of my thoughts vanishing. My eyes completely shut; my head leaning on the top of the chair. Surpisingly, I could actually feel the pain slipping away.
Before you knew it, in a matter of 2 minutes, I completely fell asleep and I hoped it would all be over.
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Once I woke up, the first thing I noticed was I didn't feel any pain. I yawned, my eyes fluttering wide open. Did that just happen or was it all a dream?? Please be a dream. I closed my eyes, trying to remember what happened to me. Did I just collapse onto my bed and dream of me running away, meeting Drake, and almost getting raped? I could feel my body lean towards the right, but someone stopped me.
"Hey, how are you feeling?!" A girl voice asked, holding my shoulders.
It couldn't be mom, she would never comfort me, unless I was on drugs and had a major attack. Then again, if my dream wasn't real, maybe I WAS on drugs.
My eyes opened all the way, noticing Amanda by my side, looking into my eyes. Oh, just great, it did happen.
"I'm feeling better, thanks." I faked a smile, wincing at the small amount of pain in my side that decided to come back.
She smiled. "Good. You stopped bleeding."
One part of me was relieved that I was alive, but the other wasn't so sure. I took a deep breath, as I noticed that the towel wasn't on me anymore. The blood stain was about as big as my whole upper torso, but the blood was damp. Wow, I must've been sleeping for a long time.
"Hey, um, by any chance, do you know how long I was sleeping?" I asked, grabbing my head.
"Yeah, about 30-40 minutes." She answered.
"Oh wow." I said, my eyes wide.
"Yep, you're a sleeper. But, you needed it. It's probably better for you not to experience that pain for too long anyway, right?" She laughed, removing her hands from my shoulders.
"Yeah, guess so. Where's Drake?" I asked, his face planted in my mind.
"He's with Michael, my friend that helped beat the crap of that guy that almost tried to kill you." Amanda replied, reminding me of the guy again.
"Oh, yeah, I remember now, thanks for reminding me." I said, playfully glaring at her. I wasn't really that mad at her. After all, she did save my life.
"Oh yeah, oops." She laughed.
I laughed back. "Thanks for helping me, I really appreciate it. You didn't have too, you know?"
"Oh, no problem, don't even think that way, I'm glad I helped you." She smiled, helping me up out of my chair.
I smiled. "Can you take me to where Drake is please? I need to see him."
"Yeah, I'm sure you do, he's been worried sick about you." Amanda replied, smirking at me.
"Don't even think that way, we're not together." I replied, reading her mind.
"Oh, really? Wow, well, I wonder why he was going on and on about how much he loves you, and how he never got to tell you. Did you know that he loved you?" She questioned.
My heart stopped. "What?!" I screamed. No, this can't be happening. He can't love me already?! I've only known him for 2 hours?!
Amanda laughed. "Relax, I'm just joking."
I sighed with relief. "Not funny." I glared.
"So was." She laughed more.
"Whatever." I shook my head, and giggled a little bit at how I could've possibly believed her.
"Come on, let's start walking." Amanda smiled, as she walked close to me, making sure I didn't fall in the process.
Let's just hope he's okay.
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Random(Previously known as I Was Perfectly Happy Until You Came Along...Yes, I'm Lying You Idiot.) Brianna Lewis is not your average teenage girl. In fact, she's far from it. She grew up in a town, not known by the government, called Purple Thread, Neva...
