Simple Love

1-Backstory of Anika

*flashback*

I screamed for help, trying to protect my little sister and my own well being. I felt the arms wrap around me and push me to the ground.I tried to struggle and struggle, but he wouldn't let me go.

"Let me go you bastard!!" I cried, throwing a punch towards the man. He laughed a strong, hard, angry laugh and pushed me up against the wall. I mouthed for my sister to run, tears streaming dow both of our faces. She nodded sadly and ran to find help, leaving me with the man I hated the most: my doctor.

It was every single check up since I didn't want my mom in the room with me, I was nine. He got too close to my areas, but I didn't understand yet, I thought that's what he needed to do. Earlier today he asked me where I was going tonight, and I told him to pick up my sister from her friends house. I was too innocent to realize.

My doctor laughed at my tears, pulling down my pants, ripping off my shirt, and started to touch my legs. "This is what doctor needs to do to get a good check up, okay Annie?" He said, slowly pulling off my underwear.

I tried to hold back my tears, not trying to show emotion. But, only being thirteen, I'm not good at that. He started to unzip his pants and pulling them down. I covered my prepubescent, lesbian eyes, crying hard into my hands. "You don't call me Annie!!" I screamed, getting a slap to the face. "Only my daddy called me Annie!"

"Shut up Anika, now!" He growled. He must have saw the fear in my eyes, because he then said "the doctor needs silence to be able to make sure you're healthy, Anika." Then he shoved himself into me, making me yelp out in pain, realizing that it was wrong, remembering health class, I started to struggle.

"Get off of me!" I cried, pushing away, letting him get one more trust in. I felt sick, distrusted, and horrified. He laughed at me, pulling up his pants, and getting down to face me.

"Now Annie, don't you like that the doctor is happy with you??" He asked me, getting into my face. He had a face that looked like he was going to kill me, so I nodded. "Good, now for one final test, I need to try to taste you" he said. I guess what he just said registered in my mind, because I screamed and started to run. He grabbed me by the hand and pushed me back down, hard, onto the ground. "Anika stop struggling!!" He screamed. He grabbed my hands, pulling them high over my head, and started to kiss my neck, making me whimper. He went down to my bare chest and I felt something touch roughly up against my now bare vagina.

I heard sirens, making me look up, and saw an officer jumping out of the car with a gun. My doctor jumped up, throwing me to the ground, and ran. He left me there cold, shivering, bloody, and naked. The cop ran over to me, sending his other members to search for my doctor. He frowned at my scarred, burnt, bruised, bloody body, and took off his leather jacket, wrapping me in it.

"Hey honey... shhh shh I've got you." He whispered, sitting me in the back of the warm police cruiser. "We'll find him okay?? What's your name?? Can you talk??" He asked.

"Anika...." I said, only coming out barely above a whisper. "Anika Alister" I said.

"Anika! Oh my god poor baby! I knew your daddy... good man... I'm sorry for your loss honey. Let's get you back to the station" the officer said, letting me relax. I shut my eyes slightly, not wanting to sleep, but falling into a deep inevitable one.

*End Of Flashback*

"Hey!! Shhhush. It's okay.." Andrew, my best friend and bassist for my band, calmed my sobs. I just laid there, nearly drowning myself in my own tears, wanting to die. "The dreams again huh?" He said, sitting me up a bit and grabbed a tissue, wiping stray tears.

I nodded, wanting nothing to do with my past, but it always came back. "It was like I felt him doing it again. I felt it Andy I felt it! " I cried into his chest, taking in his wonderful smell. He smelled of Blue Phoenix Axe and strawberries, two of my favorite things.

"Go back to sleep honey... I'm here okay?? Want me to lay with you?? It is five am and I am not ready to get up " he laughed. I nodded, allowing him to pull me down and cuddle deep into his chest, trying not to sob.

*Flashback*

"Buzz off Anika!! Holy shit, why don't you just mind your own damn business?" I felt the anger rise up in me, ready to punch her.

"Do I have to spell it out for you, Isabella?! He is not good for you! You don't know what he is capable of!!" I cried, begging my little sister to just listen to me for once.

"Oh my god, I forgot!! Hah so reluctant of me! I forgot you two dated too! News flash, unlike you, im dating him because I like him, not because of the fame it would have brought to my dark little emo faggot soul!!" She screamed at me, grabbing her bag and slinging it over her shoulder. I felt tears welling up in the corners of my eyes, not wanting what she just said to be true.

"You have no clue what I've gone through, Isa! You don't get it! Do you really want me to show you what he has done?? Here!!!" I screamed, unbuttoning my pants and sliding them down, exposing my galaxy underwear and my scarred legs. I've never showed anyone my legs before, aside from Emmett, my ex and now Isa's boyfriend. I felt slightly ashamed, showing off my cut, burnt, mutilated legs, but she had the right to know. "Do you see these?! I'm not as emo as everyone assumes Isabella! When we were together he fucking burnt my legs, when we had sex, he'd get mad at me when I was in pain from memories, so he'd beat me then cut my legs until I was ready to go again! When we were done fucking, he'd leave me alone, cold, and panting form how rough we were, I hated the feeling of having sex with a man, I knew I was a lesbian, but I was just scared of him hurting me more. We all have our issues, and I can't believe that you don't fucking trust me enough to realise that when I saw he's a bad guy, I know from experience!!" I screamed, falling to the floor, still fully exposed. I just kept crying.

"I... I'm sorry Annie... I cut too...." she whispered. I felt my head dart up quicker than lightning as I heard her words.

"What the hell Isa!! First of all, I tell you my past and all you get from it is that I cut myself?!!? And second, you fucking cut yourself!?! Why!!" I said, getting up and pulling my pants up.

"Because!! Don't... fucking question me!! Ill stay here tonight, alright?! Will that make you happy??" She said, walking to her room and slamming the door. Even though I was sad, I went to bad, still wanting to talk to her and apologize. I walked over to my bed, laying down. I grabbed my pillow and cuddled it against my chest, crying. I was so tired, I felt my eye lids shutting my Jody down, but I couldn't seem to sleep. It was like the universe telling me something was wrong. Out of pure instinct, I got up and walked to Isa's bedroom to check on her, like I always did around midnight.

"Hey Izzy, I just wanted to come in here and tell you I was sorry. I shouldn't have reacted how I did...if you want, you can go to the movies, you still have time. I mean--WHAT IS THAT SMELL?! " I felt my face flush and my heart start to beat through my ribcage as I smelled the all too familiar scent: tears and bleach. I started to panic, running around to find her. I felt the tears coming, but I begged them to stay away. I searched the whole house, finding nothing. I was about to give up and I walked by her balcony, hearing "Dead" by My Chemical Romance. I screamed and ran out there, seeing little dropped of blood here and there. I turned the corner and looked around, spotting something in the corner. I shuddered and walked over, scared to say the least.

I let all of the tears start to flood down my face at the sight I saw. Isabella in her favorite MCR shirt, shorts, and Vans, splattered in blood, two bottles of bleach beside her, one on each side. Her wrists were slit and there was arsenic on the coffee table, beside a cup of what looked to be Coke: her favorite drink. Nobody would have killed her, she did it herself. She killed herself. Because of me. She's dead. Because. We. fought.

She.

Is.

Dead.

*End Of Flashback*