the girl who i love(d)

*saving stars

|chapter tws: massive depictions of sexual assault/rape, abduction, torture|

OCTOBER 14TH, 2006

"Fuck you," the woman spat, shaking the cuffs tightly placed around her wrists. Her right hand was tied to the top of the bed that her body was stretched upon, and so was her left. Meanwhile, her feet were across from her hands, at the bottom of the bed; tied with the same restrains. Her clothing contained of a tight, cropped white and blue shirt with a zipper and matching fitness leggings. The white parts of the shirt had dry blood on it, almost in a design-like pattern. She was skinny, but she had muscles and a good form.

A man in a black mask looked up and down at her, carefully scanning her body and the way it all morphed into one. "You're right," he started with a smirk hidden under the facial cover, "I am going to fuck you."

As those words were spoken, he started making his way to the bottom of the bed, and his hands made their own way up and down her legs. Her body shook, her head turned left and right. There was a low chance of avoiding the inevitable. But there still might've been a chance.

Her legs moved up and down, attempting to kick whatever she could. Her eyes instinctively closed tightly, and her pants were the only thing she could hear besides the heavy - and almost menacing - laugh the man was releasing.

His fingers gently tapped the insides of her legs, until suddenly, they came to a stop. She peeked open her eyes as she felt one of the hands moving towards her ankle, then her ankle feeling loose. Free.

He had unhooked her left foot. It was her bad foot, but she could still try things now. Except she felt like she shouldn't. Wouldn't it just make things worse?

She couldn't even begin to process the first action when her other foot was free, and a body came on top of her. Then, her clothes started rubbing against her skin as they moved off of her and onto the floor where they'd been thrown. She tried moving again, but with the man towering over her, there was no hope.

She brought her eyes to a tight close again once a tear slid down her cheek. It stayed there, and she refused to cry anymore. She wouldn't give him the enjoyment he wanted.

But there was no way that it would stop. He started inserting himself into her, forcing the actions to fully begin. His breath was heavy and he pushed, already feeling personal enjoyment. He kept on, despite her body moving in a way that didn't help with what he wanted. He was determined to feel her, and she had no way of preventing that from happening.

Then, the speed started picking up. She was exposed, she could feel every bit of air touching her skin. It sent shivers down her spine. It made the hairs on her arms rise, becoming attentive. Goosebumps formed soon after.

It wasn't long before the fighting was over. She felt it happening and closed her eyes tighter, thinking about the faces of her loved ones to keep her calm. But each time she thought of them more, another rush went to her. Another piece of the real, terrible world she was currently in and had no escape from. Thrusts after thrusts, the pain intensified and she completely gave up. She hadn't even realized that she was attempting in the first place. Her arms gave out, her legs following. Tears burned at her eyes, threatening to escape the second her eyelids moved, which she allowed them to do at the additional pain of it all.

She stared at the ceiling, remembering a method of falling asleep she used to use as a kid.

"You just have to keep your eyes glued to one spot. Anywhere."

"Anywhere? But why, what's so cool about a.. ceiling?" She asked, receiving a giggle from the boy sitting on the swing beside her.

"You can make images with it." He smiled at her and almost effortlessly began pushing the swing harder, making him move at a barely increased speed than before. "Stare hard enough, and everything else goes away except for exactly what you wanna see."

Excitedly, the little girl beside him asked, "Seriously?"

"Super serious. Promise you- watch, try it with the grass over there."

The children both giggled and looked far in front of themselves, where a grass field was. There were other people roaming around there, but that's not what their focus was on. Instead, it was on one specific piece of the grass. There wasn't any flowers, or bugs in sight; just the greenery.

There was a long pause before the girl finally let out another laugh, "it isn't working."

"Patience, Bella!"

She tried again, harder this time. And when she squinted, the different heights of the grass formed one image.

Stars. Each pile of dots, bits of texture, became stars. Shining stars, one even looked like a shooting star frozen in time. Every single one of them were individual; never the same size, same shape, or same amount of brightness in her eyes. The stars were there when she needed it. She didn't think it in the moment, but she had something to turn to in the darkness.

The stars saved her.