Anne-Maria (Completed)

Into the Forest

I walked home quietly and never really felt any pain in my knee again throughout the day. Not walking on it really helped. I wanted to thank Kevin but he got a ride home, so I just walked home behind a group of snotty girls. They had pulled up their skirts to where the bottom of their butts were noticeable. Their hair was tied up into buns and they all looked so rich. I smirked at the thought of them trying to make a living when they are older, without their parents help.

They must have heard me smirking because they all stopped and turned to face me. Their faces were covered in loads of foundation, eyeshadow, lipstick, blush, and clumpy mascara. They looked even worse from the front, who needed all this makeup?

"You guys look like clowns," I said bluntly. I embraced my blunt personality growing up. Many people confuse being "blunt" with being "rude". Personally, I see being blunt as a good thing. What if you happened to have toilet paper stuck to the bottom of your shoe, what would happen if no one who had a blunt personality was around. Well, you would be laughed at. It's always good to have a friend who is quite blunt.

The tallest girl glared at me and snapped back, "Well, at least we look pretty with or without makeup, unlike you."

I rolled my eyes at her smart observation, "My point exactly, why need makeup when you are naturally beautiful?" She just glared at me more and didn't exactly take my compliment as a compliment. One of her friends took her place and the other girls surrounded her. She was "crying" and all of the other girls said "sweet" things like, "Oh, sweetie don't mind that ugly wench," and other things like, "Her words shouldn't hurt you, you are stronger than that."

I "accidently" let out another smirk which had only angered the crowd again. The girl who now stood in front of me looked at my full appearance. She smirked to herself and pushed me back. "Go away white trash, you're worth less than you think." And with that, they all left as quick as they could, probably afraid that they were going to receive a beating.

I walked down my street slowly and quietly as the recent events replayed in my head, over and over again. Maybe I didn't think too much about the words that I had spoken, maybe I could have avoided this all if I just let them walk and giggle with each other. I sighed as I walked up the steps to my door. I knocked once, waited a few seconds, knocked again, waited a few more seconds, and raised my fist to knock once more. The door was pulled open and I was pulled in.

"Dad?" I asked, "Are you still drunk? Or are you okay now?" My father's breath reeked of alcohol. After catching my breath from being scared half to death, I recognized the figure in front of me. My dad's friend was wearing a trench coat and black dress pants. I questioned his appearance in my head, too afraid to say anything out loud. I opened my mouth to ask why he was at my house, but nothing came out. I choked on my words as he tugged at my shirt.

"Your daddy isn't home sweetheart. What are you going to do?" He coughed in my face and added in some spit, as if coughing wasn't enough. I wiped the spit off my cheek with my spare hand, my other was wrapped around his thick wrist. I tried to free myself but nothing worked.

He pulled me up to my bedroom and locked the door behind him. He threw me down on my bed. His hands flew onto my neck. I struggled to breath, but luckily I still had my taser on my pillow. I reached for it and tazed his neck, I was released. I ran to the door but struggled to unlock it. I looked back to his body that was jolting around on the floor, I knew I didn't have much time to escape. I unlocked the door after struggling for a few seconds, and as he was regaining his balance, I jolted for the stairs. He was right behind me once I reached the front door. I had enough to slam the door on his face, and I only stayed long enough to hear him fall to the floor.

I ran down the street to Anne's house, hoping I could seek refuge there. Before I knocked, I remembered that I had no idea who Anne's parents were, and she was most likely still in the hospital. I ran off in the direction I would usually take to school. I stumbled and fell and no one was around to save me, except a few kids who didn't care at all about the wellbeing of others. I jogged along the path until I came across another one, that led into a type of small forest.

I took that one and quickly ran down it. I thought I was safe, until a gunshot went off in the distance.