I took another swig from the half empty beer bottle, it stung my throat yeah, but I enjoyed the pain. It numbed the one in my heart. People glanced my way, some had their eyes filled with curiosity, some with sympathy and pity, and some with lust. The last one disgusts me the most among all. It makes my skin crawl. Just because they see a lady in a bar, they feel like they can take advantage of her.
I'm not the prettiest I know, with my chin length black hair that's messy and tangled, and my dull brown eyes, thin sickly figure well hidden behind baggy clothing, Sigh!
I scanned the environment, I could sense the danger in the air. But truth is even if I die today no one would give a damn, but for the sake of me, I'll try to be safe.
I stood up and strood out of the bar, Ignoring the stares thrown at me. Immediately I was outside I broke into a run. I was born with an impeccable sense of perceiving danger.
About 30 feet away from the bar gunshots rang out, and I fought the urge to yell out a 'told you I was right!' but my happy thoughts was short lived apparently.
I heard heavy footsteps behind me with intimidating loud voices telling me to stop.
I made a terrible mistake of turning back, cause with that little action, I caught a glimpse of how the bar got bombed sending debris and dust particles everywhere, and causing a little earthquake causing me to fall to the ground.
And that's what it took for the men chasing me to have me rounded. With four huge ass men blocking every inch of my route of escape, I could only hope for the best.
'I pray I don't die today' I thought to myself.
"No where to run little girl, think you can spy on us and get away with? Huh?" The man sneered and brought out a pocket knife. It glinted under the moonlight. Beautiful but deadly, it could kill me.
Glancing around one more time, I took a deep breath and threw the handful of sand I had acquired in all direction. Surely enough it got into the eyes of the men trapping me, jumping to my feet I took it as my cue to bolt.
Running with all my life, I managed to evade my assailants. Slowing down to a jog, I recognised the familiar path to my....house. Not home. I sighed and tried to work on my breathing. Show case of emotions and piety will get you no where with my aunt.
I walked to the door and prayed with everything I had to God, That her husband isn't around. Thinking about him sent chills down my spine.
I opened it and walked inside, only to be met with the couple sitting down, almost as if they were expecting me.
Clearing my throat and casting my eyes down, I muttered a quick 'good evening' before walking, or rather attempting to walk away. But it seems like God didn't answer my prayers today...per the usual.
"Where the hell do you think you're going runt." Again with the insults why can't the witchy woman leave me alone, and her foolish husband sat down, ready to defend if need be.
"I have a name." I said slowly but clearly.
My aunt Charlotte, walked closer and stared me down with a glower.
"What . Did . You . Just . Say!" My head shot up and I stared directly into her eyes. It must be the influence of the alcohol but I felt confident for the first time in 11 years.
"I said I have a name." Shock flashed through her eyes momentarily before anger replaced it. Seething in rage she struck me across my cheek. And it stung like hell, my ears ringed from the force.
Ignoring the pain, I grinned at her, my bloody teeth glinting under the dimly lit room.
Her husband shot up from the sofa, and before I could say shit, a punch landed on my face, and another in my gut. The pain knocked the wind out of me, and made me buckle to the ground.
I felt a sharp pain in my spine due to the kick launched at me, hits upon hits until I nearly passed out.
My vision blacked in and out, my body felt broken and bloodied. I held back a scream as I attempted to stand up. They think they broke me, but they don't know I feel fucking elated today.
For the very first time in my life I found my voice. And I'll make sure it won't be silenced again.
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RIFT IN THE NEBULA
FantasyDepressed, staring at the moon, she was in a bad mood. Beside the sea she wept, tears falling with her pleas. She wanted it to end, everything, her life, the sufferings, everything. Suddenly the rythym of the waves changed, it seemed there was an...