Don't Jump

Chapter 6

I was walking through the park with grocery bags in both hands. My mom was having a surprise birthday party so I had run to grab a few last minute items. I needed to be home soon though so I took the shortcut through the park.
I had never been a fan of the dark, but I was strict on time and walking around it would have took an extra ten minutes that I simply didnt have. Gripping the plastic bags a little harder than before I glanced around.

Just as I was about to walk through the tall gate of the back entrance of the park, I saw a tall man step out from the shadows created by the trees. His shoulders were broad and his jaw had a few days worth of stubble.

I nervously gulped, ready to swing my bag at him when he spoke. "Hey preety lady." He slowly walked up to me. His breath reaked of whiskey and his clothes smelled like smoke. "C-can I help you?" I asked, willing myself to stay calm. "You tell me." Before I had time to react he had pinned me down.

His palms pressed into my wrist, holding them to the ground above my head. My feet kicked wildly as tears dropped from my lashes, flowing down my cheeks. "Please d-dont do this." I begged. I felt his lips brush my neck as his beard scratched at my cheek. I was repulsed by his spit being on me, but tried hard not to gag, fearing what he would do.

I tried bucking my hips to throw him off, but when I felt something bulging from his pants I stopped. "Slow down babe, I want to enjoy this." His voice was low and mennacing. His hands made their way under my shirt, as he unclasped my bra. I screamed for help, but stopped when his fist collided with my right cheek.

I woke in a cold sweat. My heart was racing in my chest, and my breaths was short and rugged. Throwing myself into a sitting position, my duvet fell down to my waist. Realizing it was only a nightmare I brought my knees to my chest. Slowly I rocked back and forth willing myself not to cry. I was done crying over what he did to me.

Abrubtly standing I walked into my bathroom before splashing cold water on my face. When I glanced in the mirror I almost recoiled from the person staring back at me. My eyes had dark bags under them, my skin was pastey white. While my hair was in an overly messy bun on my head. My normally pink lips were a dull cream, and my green eyes shone to be a faint gray.

In other words I looked like complete shit.

Not daring to look any longer I grabbed a towel from the rack behind the door and my robe from my room. I turned my Ipod on shuffle and stepped into the hot shower.

The hot water rinsed through my hair, and washed away the grime from sweating in my sleep. I curled into a small ball at the bottom of the shower, crying as I continued to feel his large calloused hands all over me. Even after two years.

As the water turned cold, I stepped out. The mirrors were fogged, and there were faint mascara lines running down my cheeks. I sighed before drying my hair and redoing my make up. I pulled on a pair of jeans and a Nike jumper, while heading back to my room.
The alarm clock on my dresser was blinking the time back at me. 6:34 I groaned, thinking of things to do. Deciding on packing some things away for my permenet vacation, I grabbed the bag from under my bed.

I threw in all my favorite clothes first. Then slowly added in some of my centimental objects. First went my fathers dogtags, followed by my mothers engagment ring. I flipped through all my pictures before picking out my favorites. I grabbed one of me, mom, and dad laughing at the beach. And another of my friends at school and me and the amusment park. The last to be added to the pile was my school picture from when I was still me. It was taken the a few weeks before my... Incident. It was the last time I remeber not faking my smile. I was genuinly happy that day, after all it was my 13th birthday. Its funny how I stand here now at 15 with a total different outlook on the world. Our cold dark world.

I grabbed all 6 pairs of my converse and shoved them in. Next I grabbed all my school stuff, sitting it next to the bag. I ripped a peice of paper from my Lab Journal and grabbed a pen From the cup on my desk.

Mom,
So since you found this letter, you know I am gone. I am so sorry and I promise I didnt mean to hurt you. Never doubt you are an amazing person and an even better mother. You always make me happy, and no matter what please dont come look for me. I ran away because I didnt want to be found, I would like it to stay that way. Due me a favor and replace the roses on dads grave, there starting to die. Love you mommy.
~Rylin

I folded the note in half before carrying my things down stairs and placed the note on the counter beside the coffee maker. My mom would find it when she went to make me a cup of french vanilla coffee. I sighed before taking one last look around the house and stepped out the back door as a single tear fell down my face.

Grabbing my phone from my pocket I sealed the deal.

Im ready and waiting in my drive way.

A couple minutes later Jacksons sleek black car pulled in. "Ready?" I nodded my head yes, before placing everything in the trunk. Silently we drove away. Quickly I looked back at my house in the rear veiw, watching as it slowly became a speck in the distance.

I made this chapter a little longer. Fingers crossed it made up for how bad the last one was. Vote comment, thanks for reading!
~Bre