Anonymous Amy

Anonymous Amy Chapter Three

 "It's not going to hurt Amy, unless you try to run away again, okay?" Carlin said coldly. I nodded my tiny head. He ran his fingers up my bony bare leg and I sobbed.

 "Oh, hunny. Don't cry." He said it softly, but I knew he hated it when we cried. When I say "we", I meant me, Eugene, Adrienne and Jake. Jake was the oldest out of all of us at thirteen, me next at twelve, then Eugene and then Adrienne at eleven. Carlin had tied Jake to the bedpost because he had disobeyed him and kicked Carlin in the face when he touched Adrienne and me. Now I stared at Jake, who was unconscious and had blood running down the side of his head. I whimpered.

I wish I could run. I wish I could scream. I wish I could do anything. But I couldn't. Carlin held a knife in his hand, the blade about four inches long with a razor-sharp tip. Before, I used to see Carlin always sharpening his blade, but I had never suspected what it was for until I had seen him use it on one of the other poor kids named Abdul. I shuddered involuntarily.

He ran the cold metal blade up and down my thigh, the tip was just pressing into my skin, but not enough for it to actually hurt.

 "Shhh, Amy. It's going to be okay. Cheer up, chipper." He lifted my chin up with his finger, and forced me to stare into those heartless eyes. He was a sick, sick boy.

"I just want to- want to-" I couldn't finish that sentence. Go home? I was home, in this terrible place where the parents hurt you and the older boys like Carlin hurt you. Everyone hurts you. And the worst thing is that you can't do anything about it.

I shivered, my teeth chattering. I was practically naked, as were Eugene and Adrienne. The only thing that I was allowed to keep on were my underwear and socks, but I suspected those would come off too soon.

Carlin touched my body, and then ordered Adrienne to come over too. I shook my head at her. She gave me a scared look, but listened.

"Adrienne, darling," Carlin said calmly through gritted teeth, "come here."

"No." She responded, moving closer to the wall. He stood up and lifted her by her hair, she thrashed and screeched.

I leaped to my feet. "Carlin, leave her alone!"

I tried to tackle him, taking him by surprise. He was so surprised that he fell on to the mattress while I hit him in the face repeatedly.

"Run, Adrienne!" I shouted. Frightened and confused, she tugged on the door handle but it wouldn't budge.

"Eugene, help Jake!" I shouted, and Eugene did exactly as I told and started on Jake's ropes.

"Get- off- me- you- fucking bitch!" Carlin roared, tossing me off of him. I tumbled to the floor, and Carlin hastily grabbed Adrienne and threw her like a ragdoll against the bedpost. He tugged Eugene by the collar of his shirt and kicked him swiftly in the leg. Then he turned on me, producing the knife.

"I told you not to try and run away, Amy." His voice was calm, yet sounded deadly. He stalked towards me, and I raised my arms. He just slashed at them, leaving thin scratches. I struggled to get away but he simply held me down using one hand and I felt the smooth, cold blade pressing against my stomach. I screamed when he dug it deeper, dragging it slowly up my belly. My screams were ear-splitting, glass-shattering. The kind you hear in horror movies. And that was what it felt like; a horror movie. But worst- this was real life.

A tear escaped the corner of my eye, followed by another as the memory washed over me. It was agonizing. Every night, while everyone is sleeping and dreaming of unicorns or butterflies, I'm reliving those moments. Like everything is happening all over again. I hated it. I missed my friends; Adrienne, Jake, and Eugene. They were my best friends, ever since we met in a home when we were about eight. After that we had insisted upon staying together everywhere we went. The last time I had seen them was when I was about fourteen- three years ago. I missed them so much, that it hurt to even think about them.

I picked up my shirt again and gingerly pulled it over my head, cringing when the movement stung my sides. Sitting on my bed, I huddled up my blankets and leaned against the wall. I let the tears flow freely and flicked off the light next to my bed, submerging my room into total darkness.

Every night I cried myself to sleep, just thinking of everything that has happened to me. I try to let it go but I can’t. Those memories are forever burned into my mind, where they will most likely stay for the rest of my life.

Downstairs I heard shouting, and the crash of something. I closed my eyes to block it out. I wished I had my dairy. Writing usually distracted me from doing… other things. I felt for my iPod in the dark and snatched it up, shoving the headphones in my ears and pressed the play button. Instantly, Bring Me The Horizon blasted in my ear. I sighed and sunk into my pillows. The music cut everything off. The sound of my mother fighting with her idiotic boyfriend, the feeling of pain and abandonment, the ache coming from my sore body, the concern over the secrets of my dairy.

I guess it was just another painfully agonizing day in the life of Amy Wesley.

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