Pretty Girl

{CHAPTER 21} - FREEDOM

Night swept over the sky, and the afternoon light disappeared to make way for the darkness. Pretty girl lied wake wrapped within her sheets, eyeing the ceiling above.

She was energized which conflicted with her wish to sleep. Her mind was buzzing with liveliness. She shifted her body in a variety of different positions, struggling to discover a place that would be ideal to rest.

Her awareness pondered over everything that occurred over these previous six days.

Knowing there wasn't any possibility to get any slumber she thought going for a brief midnight stroll would do the trick.

Turning over to confirm whether, or not Abigail was asleep was her way of confirming if she would wake her, or not.

Though just hearing her muffled snoring was enough approval, though she still needed to double check.

Abigail laid mirroring her, eyes fully shut. She made sure to cover herself with a coat, wore a pair of shoes, and headed out. It was roughly around nine, and usually on Sundays it was never hectic.

Yes, there were various parties that did happen, still they never long, and only a few would attend. There was something about Sunday's that were surprising peaceful.

It greatly contrasted with the rest of the days in the week. Curfew was at ten thirty so she had enough time to wander where ever she pleased.

The corridors were dimed occupied with the absence of any human life.

She imagined the hallways busy with students doing what they would normally do in a day. Replaying her observations to fill out the emptiness.

She imagined the conversations they would be having, contained with all their hopes, and worries for the day.

She imagined their expressions, designed their outfits, and outward appearances.

She imagined a calm scenery, enjoying every moment. Yet what she enjoyed most of all was she was invisible.

Hidden away from any scrutiny, and unwanted criticism. She was content in her own reality, which sadly, was delusional.

Still finding comfort in her own delusion was far better than no comfort at all.

Outside the cool breeze hit her out of nowhere, clutching onto her coat for more warmth. The lamps scattered across the walkway lighting up certain sections of the field.

Freely she followed pursuit.

Slowly crisscrossing her legs, one in front of the other, in sync with the curvy path. Pretty girl reflected on what her supposed future would look like.

What in the world would is she going to do now?

What is there to expect in the moments to come?

Her future, in her eyes, was unclear, and a bit murky. With the current state of things it wasn't looking to bright.

She was truly alone.

Well there was no turning back now. She had a clean slate to start from the ground up.

In truth it was terrifying, and a little thrilling. Of course she didn't know where to begin her new journey, and it was perfectly fine she didn't know what the fuck she was going to do.

Because within her body, and in her soul she quietly knew everything was going to be ok, and that was good enough for her.

Concealed, tucked away along the path on the other side stood Keil.

Draped in a black hoodie, she was slightly confused what he was doing out alone this late.

Firstly it was extremely bizarre, and rare to see him alone, given that he never liked being unaccompanied.

She brushed off the disturbing feeling continuing on, more worried whether, or not if she should say hi. Would it be too embarrassing?

She sought to fill her head with anything else but this weird setting, yet couldn't shake off her concern.

Step by step he was getting closer. And then his walks turned into a dash. He swiftly pulled something from his pocket with a sense of danger surging through her.

Adrenaline kicked in, however, fear had full control, holding her still.

Before she gained the strength to move he lunged at her, tackling her to the ground. The quick impact of her making contact with the concrete caused her dizziness.

It was too late to run, his right hand pinned down her shoulder and the left wielded his compass.

She could've screamed, though to her that didn't feel like an option. She laid there, the adrenaline still buzzing, enough to feel numbness once Keil began attacking the left side of her face.

Plunging the sharp compass needle, digging deep enough to cut her, with beads of blood rolling down.

He dug in erratic directions, wounding around her check, chin, and jaw. Once the pain settled in she winced in anguish. Each slash leaving a agonizing sensation. Her nails began to dig into his sides, in a panic to defend herself.

The fabric prevent from doing any sever damage, but caused Keil to notice.

With his right hand he covered her neck with it, squeezing out all the carbon dioxide. Though she persisted clawing at him. Her movements weakened, with ever attempt leaving little impact.

It was getting harder to grasp any air.

Tears streamed down, mixing with the blood.

The stabs where getting deeper, and harsher.

Gasping for breaths her vision was getting blurring, with the image of Keil lifeless expression the only thing that remained focused.

His actions halted once a male student pulled him off, pinning him to the pavement. Meanwhile another female student came to Pretty girl's side frantically calling 9-1-1, whilst making she Pretty girl was ok.

In all honesty she wasn't fully conscious as to what was going on.

Their words blended together, sounding like a language she couldn't decipher. She still laid in the exact same position staring up at the stars, wither lungs filling with air.

The girl held onto her hand, and told her, "everything was going to be ok. Help was on the way."

She couldn't respond to her statement, and all she was left with was a feeling she couldn't explain.

She was scared, shocked, confused, hurt, betrayed, upset, relieved, regretful, overwhelmed, and in pain.

Weirdly enough, she also felt free.