Underaged Assassin

A Cat's Prey

Days and months go by fast, and I'm slowly liking Archery, which is odd. I almost instantly would give up especially when it's related to sports, I always thought that this would be a simple waste of a year but I made a lot of progress. During my first 3 weeks, I was great at the posture but sucked at aiming, until I realised that it wasn't about position where the arrow needed to be to get to the yellow bullet mark, because our eyes would be aiming it after the bullet mark due to the distance and size. The farther you get it from the bullet mark helps get to the point and you have to lower it or higher it depending on where you want to hit, I always aimed for red because I'm pushy and serious when it comes to my goals or dreams. I had to start from the lowest point (the farthest from the yellow target) to get used to angling the bow and arrow, we called it a day and I grabbed a towel from my duffle bag and rubbed my forehead with it to remove my sweat. Before leaving I go to the bathroom with my bag and just stare at myself in the mirror as splash water on my face. You're so weak. Do you seriously think you're the victim? No, you're the problem, you did the mistakes and you got what you deserved, your parents hatred. Do you think your rapist will now just suddenly feel guilty and not torture you again once he's out? just 2 more years Del, and you're fucking screwed again just like always. fuck! I need cocaine. I rip open my bag and find the white can of cocaine and I spill 7-8 pills on my palm and throw them into my mouth, that was a bad idea for my body, but I don't give a shit, If it helps It's fucking worth the pain. I see a girl walk in who's in archery and she stares at me and looks down and sees the drugs, I don't hide it, the whole school knows I do drugs what's the point? "I thought you'd quit" she says, I make a face, "Did I ever say I would quit?" I question tilting my head with a tint of sarcasm in my tone. She huffs and scoffs, standing next to me fixing her blonde hair with brown at the roots, you can say she's the popular girl but she isn't as annoying as how the girls in the movies are, she isn't a bully, She's sweet but cares too much about her looks. I don't blame her. I mean come on in this fucked up insecure world, men have evolved to care too much on minding their business in girls who never asked for their fucking opinion seems like they love blocking the doors, I pull out my Air pods and connect them into my phone and play downloaded Spotify songs on my phone put them in my ear. I was gonna introduce myself but I don't care enough so let me just make this quick and fast, I was loved, so loved I felt like a star everyday, the perfect girl, the perfect grades, the "perfect family" until 5months after I turned 15 years old, I wanted to go on a walk with my airpods on and my music blasting loud, until I realised why woman can't walk alone at night. I was walking as I felt goosebumps on my neck but I didn't realise it as I was too busy focusing on the music, until...a man had kept a cloth on my mouth and I screamed with all my lungs but they were too muffled for anyone to hear and he kidnapped me to his house and told me to take off all my clothes, I was threatened with a gun. He threatened he would shoot down there if I didn't so I had no choice, I pleaded for life, he. Him, he fucking raped me till I bled, for 4 fucking days I was fucking hurt, I wanted to live, I wanted to be free, You must be thinking where the fuck was the police? where were the siren sounds? Guess what? That didn't happen, Because no one fucking called the police or anyone, That proved everything to me. I was never fucking loved, I wasn't even liked I was found eventually as a fucking teacher called the police and finally found me after 4 MISERABLE DAYS, I was bled, raped, forced to take my clothes off, had no fucking food, and he would've still fucking tortured me if the police hadn't come. I was traumatised, I just was thankful enough to be free, no one knew what happened just gossips here and there but they know to fear me. Well there's a saying "forget the past" this is one event I'll never forget even if I have memory loss, brain surgery, Anemia etc. I am used to getting full marks most of the time, but after my rape... you can't just... expect things to be the same no matter how smart a human is. That's just psychotic. I will never ever, talk about this ever again, and that's a promise. I walk home, as I hear whistles from cyclers looking at me and my body, what pervs. I unlock my front door quietly so no one hears and I won't have to feel the irritation or sudden urge of hurting myself because of my parents so called "LOVE"