Meet Me At The Bus Shelter

“Open the door baby!”

Chips of off white paint peeled from the cracked bathroom door as it shook violently, the squeak of it’s rusted hinges and the clicks of the silver knob reverberated off the mouldy, pale blue tiles.

The girl could see the door straining against the force that pushed it. She shuddered and turned her focus back to the small, fogged mirror in front of her. She stared into her own puffy, bloodshot eyes and a small whimper escaped her lips. Yet another tear dripped down her cheek, smearing small trails through her already smudged, dirty, black mascara. Taking a deep breath in, the girl rested her hands on the marble basin. She traced the delicate hairline breaks that fanned out from around the drain and began to pull her self back together. She opened a creaky draw and took a lavender coloured box of tissues out and placed it on the basin. She tenderly pulled out a soft tissue and began to wipe the black marks off her cheeks. She jumped at the loud tinkle of breaking glass coming from the other side of the door. Yet again tears ran down her pale face, smearing more mascara. Defeated, the girl gave up and shoved the tissue box off of the basin; she wrenched the cold tap and let the crystal clear, icy liquid, pool in her cupped hands. She splashed her face several times before burying her head into a rough blue towel.

Suddenly, a loud crash resounded through the bathroom and the white door came flying open to reveal the silhouette of a tall muscled man illuminated in the doorframe.

“I asked you to open the door!” The man slurred, in his hand a half filled beer bottle and the other was plunged into the pocket of his leather jacket.

He took a wobbly step towards the girl and she cowered away, backing into the glassed off shower area.

“Matthew…” The girls cracked voice pleaded. “Matthew, please leave…”

The man’s eyes widened in shock as he stared at the frail girl sprawled on the ground before him.

“W-What did y-you just say?” The man, Matthew stuttered.

Matthew began to pace towards the unarmed girl on the floor, his eyes sparkling with malice.

“Please don’t…!” The girl pleaded, but it was far too late, Matthew raised the beer bottle in his hand and brought it down over the girls cowering body. With a sickly crack the beer and glass showered around. The girl squealed on the ground as blood poured from her hands, she had managed to protect her head and face. She cried and tried to wrap her hands in her shirt but was bleeding too vigorously to achieve anything.

Matthew cackled and pulled his hand out of his jacket. The girl let out a blood-curdling scream as he revealed a small revolver.

 “MATTHEW NO THIS ISN’T YOU!” The girl screeched and pushed her self further against the wall with her feet.

Matthew knelt beside the distraught girl and placed the revolver to her temple.

“Say goodbye babe. This is what you get for disobeying me.” She heard the familiar click of the gun being loaded and cringed at the cold stinging metal of the pistol digging into her face.

Just as she thought she was going to die a wave of courage rolled through her, she kicked his ankles and he stumbled. He slid on the crimson blood that had pooled upon the tiles and landed face down on the floor. The girl took this to her advantage. She messily stood upright and bolted for the bathroom door. She ran through the beer bottle strewn lounge area and into the desolate kitchen. She could see the door of her apartment getting closer and closer and then it all went wrong. She tripped over a basket of washing and landed with a dead thump onto the carpeted floor. With her good hand she tried to push her self up but was unable due to stinging pain engulfing her arms, she rolled onto her back and tried to crawl. The door was mere metres away she was going to escape.

Then she heard the gunshot.

It didn’t occur to her where the bullet had hit until she looked onto the floor to find blood spewing from her stomach. The ripping sensation in her lower abdomen suddenly kicked in and the fiery burns of the bullet wound pulsated through her body. Her vision went blurry and she craned her neck in a last minute attempt to lay eyes on her attacker. She turned just in time to see Matthew raise the gun to his own head and blow out his own brains. She tried to scream but she couldn’t move, she could feel her essence of life ebbing away….

Jennifer shot upwards in her bed, her heart hammering so hard she was convinced it was going to rip out of her chest…

Hello Wattpadders :)

This is my second attempt at a successful story. I repeat SECOND attempt. My first story failed miserably so I deleted it :(

Annywwayys please comment what you think and let me know if this is worth continuing!

If this doesn’t work then I will just delete it like my other story aha…

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