[trigger warning]
vi·o·lent
ˈvī(ə)lənt/
adjective
using or involving physical force intended to hurt, damage, or kill someone or something.
i could smell lilacs. it was faint, but it was there. my eyes still wouldn't open and my body couldn't move. i tried to scream but nothing happened. no sound escaped my dry mouth. i had no idea where i was. i could hear the faint sound of shitty pop music playing and people talking and laughing. i was still at the party, but where at the party was i?
i managed to get my eyes open and all i saw was light. a bright light shining down on me like i was on a stage. i tried to rotate my head to the side, but when i did my neck burst into excruciating pain. i wanted to scream and cry for help, but i couldn't.
i heard the door open. the old creaking noise scared me even more than i was already. "good morning red," a familiar voice said in a very evil tone, "now we can finally have some fun." i was terrified. i tried to sit up to see who the voice belonged to. my arms and legs were chained to whatever i was laying down on.
"if you struggle i will only hurt you more."
who is this guy? i thought frantically. i could barely remember anything. cocaine. bathroom. ashley. i suddenly felt him tugging on my legs. i could feel his manic smile staring down at my weak useless body. i knew what was happening. i needed someone to help me. anyone to help me.
before i knew it i was blindfolded and crying. i could feel him inside of me. i could hear him laughing as i attempted to struggle away from him. i could taste blood, though my mouth wasnt bleeding. the imprint of my tears burned my skin. i was gasping for air.
then he was finished with me.
he hit me a few times with what felt like a thick book, unlocked the chains that held me down, and left.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
while we are young / halsey
Fanfictionshe is hot cocoa on a winter day. she is mystery and sweet perfume. she is the fire in a blizzard, uncontrollable but contained. she is cigarette smoke and soft neck kisses. she is mine.
