I gasped for air as I stood up. I got dizzy for a few seconds because of the change in blood flow in my head.
I remember my first day here. The bad guys were originally targeting me.
Toni told me they wanted me so he followed me to keep me safe. What if he hadn't saved me?
Would I be the one curled up crying under a tree?
They did horrible things to her. I remember reading the news.
'It was said that the freshman was on her way back to her dormitory when the two seniors grabbed her into the farthest corner of the Lutgard Constance Building and started violating her.
Unknown to the assaulting seniors, a guard was currently on rounds when he heard the muffled screams of the freshman. When the guard found them, one of the two seniors was on top of the freshman and the other one was taking video, which later was confirmed to have violated the freshman first. It was then found out that the seniors smashed the head of the poor freshman with a baseball bat, cut her skin using scissors before cutting her hair. Apparently, they were not satisfied and they put a semi-lit cigar on the freshman's private.'
Two men fucking raped her. She was violated twice! I'm guessing they were fucking sadists. They hit her and cut her skin repeatedly then – THEY FUCKING INSERTED A LIT CIGAR INSIDE HER.
My head was throbbing, my heart was pounding.
It was supposed to be me.
This girl was suffering because of me. She got fucking raped because of me.
Then a memory hit me.
Oliver died because he saved me. The pole clearly was falling on me but Oliver saved me. He died instead of me.
Why am I always saved and instead of me, other innocent people get hurt or worse – die? Like Ollie?
What did I do to deserve life?
I heard her sobbing again.
"What's your name?" I asked, the sole of my palm pressed against my temple.
"Scarlet Reyes. My name perfectly defines me, right? Scar-let." She faked a laugh.
I crouched down to her level again and put my hands at her shoulders.
"Hey. Hey look at me." I said shaking her shoulders and as soon as she looked up at me, "I know this is a shitty thing to say, but you're going to be okay. Sooner or later, you'll be okay. As time passes by, your scars would eventually heal." I paused as I remembered she 'has' scars. "Well, literally and metaphorically."
She smiled once again and said, "You're not like the others." Silence. "Thank you."
"I need to tell you something Scarlet." I said in a low voice. She needed to know, right?
Her mouth didn't open but her eyes were full of curiosity.
"The guys who rap--," I paused, seeing her flinch, "who violated you, uh, I was their original target." My voice was so low it went just above a whisper. "But, someone saved me."
Her eyebrows creased and started to cry again. I felt tears slowly coming out of my tear ducts too.
"I'm sorry. It's my fault. It should have happened to me and not to you. I'm sorry Scarlet." I felt a tear escape my eye.
"No don't say sorry. It wasn't your fault. Let's not play the blaming game, okay? Don't be sorry. It happened to me for a reason. Dad always say things happen to people because there's a reason." She paused and wiped her tears before inhaling and exhaling, "it might be painful now because the wounds are still open. You said it yourself, it will eventually heal. I'm going to be okay. So don't blame yourself."
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When Words Fail
Teen FictionWords are not enough to describe what kind of hell she's been through. Once upon a time, there lived a beautiful young girl who had a very loving brother. Everything was perfectly in place, but life isn't all butterflies, peaches and cream, isn't...