Have you ever felt alone, broken, and used? That's what i feel at the moment. My body played with, tortured, and put through many unthinkable things the human brain cannot process. I used to have a happy life, many friends, a family that loved me, and a boyfriend. But that all changed one fateful night, i didn't know what was going to happen, i was stupid, very stupid.
*flashback*
I was on my way to meet my group of friends, who i haven't seen for a long time. Once I stepped into then old abandoned house I quietly took off my shoes and walked up the long staircase. Doing our secret code, 1 knock, 5 knocks, then 1 knock, so we know its each other. You could hear the door unlock and Glenn pulled me in before I could even see who it was.
After sitting around and lazily laughing among each other sprawled out on the old furniture we acquired over the years, I had to go home because I had a curfew to be home before 9:30. Yea its early but there is a lot going on and rapists in the dark streets, or so what my dad told me.
"Guys, sorry to ruin the fun but i have to go home, clocks ticking." I gently spoke up through the noisy crowd tapping my watch thoughtfully. There was a number of "okays," "yeahs," and more.
Gently closing the door behind me, I made my way to the front door, carefully putting my shoes on and proceeded outside in the cold fall night. Blowing a puff of breath that the air turned into visible white clouds, I continued my journey home.
I always took things for granted, that was my biggest mistake in life. I hadn't noticed someone watching me the whole walk. As i round the corner to my street i had to go into a dark street. Not thinking twice about it because I had went threw the lonely place so many times I continued my journey.
Hands grasped my face and put an old dirty rag over my nostrils, and red, plump, lips, making me breath in the drug of whatever it was. I played sleeping beauty when i realized this stuff would knock me out so i just held my breath, faking being asleep.
Once the old one removed the rag I made a break, sprinting home before I got caught by them again. Knowing my parents were out and people may be up still I started yelling so loud i felt my throat feel like its on fire with my screaming.
"WILL YOU SHUT THE BITCH UP!?" Screamed old man 1.
"Sir with all due respect i'm trying to catch her!" Old man 2 who was drugging me yelled back, trying his hardest to grasp my clothes in his wrinkly hands with sweat dripping down his face onto the concert alleyway floor.
But I didn't see what was ahead of me, more of the men. Falling onto the floor by tripping on the concert, beneath the glares of the men, they hauled me up and made sure to keep the rag on until I had to breath. I didn't let them take me before giving muffled screams do to the rag on my mouth plus nose, kicks trying to aim where the sun doesn't shine.
After failed attempts at all of them I began losing hope. Looking one last time at my home I let sleep consume me entirely and last thing I saw was the trunk closing.
*flashback over*
That was how I ended up here. I never got to see my family again but that was all going to change, just have to wait.
